This is a gang stalking technique. The perps swarm around you like bees around the queen. You get totally overwhelmed with perps. They are all around you.
Today I got swarmed again, it happens every day now.
When I came from my daughter's place and went to Skytrain, there were about 20 perps with me on the bus.
They all tried to inject me, or spray me with their cellphones. They tried to get behind me and push up pesticide in my crotch.
I know, it sounds strange to say the least, but this is how it is.
Finally I read the excerpt from David Lawson's book about Community Gang Stalking.
It explains that the perps enjoy Gang Stalking. It gives them a sense of belonging, and they think they do it for a good cause. Because the target (me) has been totally badmouthed. I would have been called all kinds of things, like:
Babykiller, to get the Abortionists going
Devil Whorshipper, to get the Christian Scientists going
Shoplifter, to get the business owners going
Child molester, to get all of them going
and probably more things. I am none of those. I am a good person with great family values and would not, and have not, hurt anyone
So now the stalkers are very happy to do the community a service, they feel that they have a purpose in life, they make some money, they socialize a lot, they have total respect for their supervisors and follow them in a dog-like fashion of total obedience without questions. They are very close to their co-stalkers and treat them like a big family.
Ooohh, isn't that nice?....barf! The stalkers are on the bottom rung of the ladder. They have no job, no education and low self esteem. They get easily sucked in when somebody is giving their lives a purpose.
Sounds familiar? The third Reich comes to mind....Depression, no money, low self esteem, then a strong Leader emerges....
I am watching them. It is a cult. A cult that kills people without asking any questions. You can clearly see the influence the leaders have. In the beginning they were having sort of a uniform: The women all wore way too much dark make-up, over knee high leather boots, spandex pantyhose-like clinging pants and a fashionable short coat.
They s t a l k e d . Their gait was a stalking gait. The high heels hurt their feet. They did not look comfortable. The fat ones suffered a lot in the high heels.
After a young perp woman with beautiful large soft green eyes infiltrated the computer place and stole herself into my confidence, I told her that I identify the stalker women by their outrageous make up. The next day they did not wear the make up anymore. Also the clothes always looked as if bought at "Stalkers are us".
The Stalkers were now free to express their own style and they chose to look normal.
Dumb of me to fall for this soft spoken, empathetic acting woman. I have to guard myself better.
Now, back to the swarming. On the skytrain platform all the stalkers were waiting for the train. The platform was full. The train came and I did not get on, but let it go. The next train came, it was 10 am in the morning, traditionally a more quiet time, and the whole train was brimming full with perps, who had been driven to
22nd station and gotten on the skytrain.
Finally I took the third one, and it was only half full, but what was there, was all perp. So I got sprayed by
at least 7 cellphones. That was not everybody, the ones at the far end kept it for later.
I went to Burrard station and off. As I was in the middle car, a zillion perps were behind me, walking up to the escalator. As always, I turned around, back to the wall and started photographing them. No perp in his right mind sprays you in the face when a camera is in front of it. Because sometimes you can see the mist on the picture. And that then is evidence.
At Burrard, I had to take the 22 bus. A huge crowd of Japanese school girls went on the bus. I tricked one woman in front of me and got the seat next to the driver, I will call it the throne, because it is by itself and it is elevated. So all Japanese girls passed by me, and then a perp woman got on and she stayed in the front of the bus, near the driver and let some other people pass. The bus was jam packed full.
On the second stop this Asian East Indian guy got on, and even when he was still outside, I could see that he was no good news. And, right enough, he placed himself right in front of me and started spraying me with pesticide full force right into the face. I took my newspaper and started waving pretty hard, because that's what you have to do or you go down. He did not stop and did not stop and began to be annoyed about the waving, but this is normal, no perp likes to have the poison fanned back at him, they have to cough like everybody else..
Finally I got enough, because now the perp woman, whom I talked to before entering the bus, and who answered to the question:"What's in the bag?" (you know, the little stalker bag that they all carry) with: "My lunch" but not without a significant pause, significant enough for me to know that was a lie...
and here now the proof, she sprayed from her cellphone full blast among the people into my direction. Now I should have stopped waving and put the paper in front of my face, but I was too far gone, and I made the bad mistake to ask the guy to stop.
Now the play began as it had many times before: I said: "Could you please stop that?" The guy said in a very loud voice: "What? pardon? I am sorry, I don't think I heard what you said to me, what is it that you are requesting?" Could you stop it? "Stop what? excuse me, I don't quite follow, do you mean I should stop something?" You know "I know what? Is something bothering you? Why are you waving the newspaper in my face? This is pretty disrespectful, in fact this is the most disrespectful thing I have ever encountered, are you implying that I stink? Is that what you are saying?"
I am allergic "I don't wear any perfume, are you saying you cannot tolerate the way I smell? Do you tell me that I smell offensive? Have you heard that?" leaning to perp girl "She tells me that she cannot stand my smell, that is a very very racist thing to say, I don't think I should tolerate that, I think there should be something done about this, this goes entirely too far, how can subjects like this ride the bus, this does not belong into the community, why don't you leave, if you cannot stand it?"
Wow. I was flabbergasted and so entirely dizzy and foggy in the head from all that pesticide, that I was at a loss of words. We had just come across the Burrard bridge. I said to the old lady who tried to mediate "I am allergic to perfume" I also said: "he sprayed me with pesticide" at which he and the very old lady exchanged a glance, while perp woman kept on spraying my way. Then he pressed his cellphone one more time and started to film me. I put up my hand and tried to block him and said to the driver: "He is taking a film of me".
and the driver said "that's enough now, if you don't stop, I will stop the bus." I said: "but I did not do anything"
The driver stopped one stop before mine, and I decided to leave. I took a picture of the guy and got off the bus. Now that is what they call "STREET THEATER".
On the way to my doctor I encountered at least 8 perps, an old couple I have seen everywhere, but never expected them to be perps, among them.
After I came out from my doctor's office, the perps closed in on me again. I went to the beach by the ocean, and a lifeguard perp came to me to lecture me that dogs are not allowed on this beach. He knew bloody well that this was not my dog. He nearly sprayed me from behind. He would have been the only one who had a reason to come close to me at the beach. A few minutes later, when I left, he was behind me on the beach again. This is how I knew for certain that he was a perp. Perps come in all shapes and sizes and guises.
Then the game started again. First bus: 10 perps in the line up. ! Suitcase. Second bus: 2 perps inside,
One suitcase got on later, I guess that contained the wave gun.
Got off on Cambie: Perpville galore. Too many to photograph, I was just turning around and shooting for 5 Minutes. Started walking. Too scary on the bus. I went quiet sidestreets that are usually only frequented by cars, like Smithe, and some small streets beside Cambie. On all those streets perps came toward me, overtook me in their cars, came toward me again with a different outfit and hairstyle.
Perps overtook me on foot or jumped out of side streets. I fired and fired and fired and shot them all on my memory card. I must have made 300 pictures.
Finally I reached the street by the terminal station and collapsed on the Fraser bus.
When I told the driver that I was gang stalked and sprayed with pesticide by about 300 people, he told me that there was a guy on his bus who told him exactly the same.
I told him to spread the word among drivers to raise awareness and to tell the guy about "Targeted Individuals".
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