The operative (right) pictured this morning. (picture blurred).
I knew there was something wrong with the two guys that came to work here when I first set eyes on them, something very wrong.
It was almost midnight when they reported for work the first time.
There was nothing wrong with that because they were expected and not awaited at a specific hour.
They claimed to have just arrived from their village by bus. That's about 800 kilometers north. They said they had a sister here. Asked where she lived they said 9 Miles. That's about 5 kilometers away.
That was exposed as a lie when it was unraveled the very next morning after children passing by recognized and greeted the two as I stood by. They didn't answer, which prompted the children to reveal details that exposed the lie.
It turned out their sister lived some 300 meters (close to half a kilometer) down the road. That's where they lived too. They hadn't come from a village up north. They were locals.
They insisted on not responding to the kids despite the identity revelations they were making about them. I surmised, as I watched the uneasy duo in limbo, that it was vital that they keep that detail secret.
And I couldn't help but think the worst about them.
The children gave up waiting for an appropriate response and moved on.
And so, unsurprisingly, the very next days living with the duo were packed with the stuff of worst fears.
First, the older of the two suddenly became eager to prove he knew things about me that only I could know.
For example, one day he just walked up to me as I worked to tell me what browser I used to get on Facebook. "You use Opera to post on Facebook," he said out of the blue.
As an aside, my Facebook posts have always been a thing for operatives around me. Even the illiterate, inumerate, computer illiterate and internet unsavvy among them always knew what I had posted on Facebook and had an opinion about it.
They opined about what they couldn't possibly have read let alone understood.
The American author of the book Terrorist Stalking in America, David Lawson, who is known to have infiltrated the ranks of those who take part in covert warfare, did mention this tactic. He considered it typical of covert warfare operations.
The point of it is to have the target intimidated by the idea they are being watched all the time and that everything about them is known. It's a way of making them imprison themselves mentally and physically.
It was true that, on that phone, the Opera browser was the main browser I used for the internet, and also the browser I used to access Facebook because all the other browsers were by that time blocked from the platform, if not the entire internet.
It was an old phone that couldn't install newer versions of apps. But this was a fact I had never shared with anyone.
This incident happened when Facebook access by third party browsers was still possible.
What the operative revealed he knew about me may seem easy to know until the fact is understood that, unless one is using the lite or full version of the Facebook app that leaves text of its use with each post made, the only way to know what browser someone is using to access the internet or Facebook in particular is with technology that can divert phone signals as such be able to read all the data sent and received. Listed in that stream of diverted data is the browser being used, its version, the phone being used, and so on.
Such devices are called IMSI Catchers (research). They aren't the kind of device that gets into just about anybody's hands, especially not in the third world.
If you are speculative then you would have thought about the possibility that the operative somehow gained access to my phone, from which he found out what browser I use to access the net. But that wasn't possible. Firstly, my phone had a pattern as a screen lock which I doubt he could have bypassed. Secondly, the guy was virtually illiterate. Bypassing the lock wouldn't have gotten him far. Lastly, the phone was always with me.
Other things he would do to me thereafter included throwing snakes into my room on two occasions that I know of. This happened when I left the door open late at night. It was clear from the behavior of the serpents that they had been abruptly forced into a foreign environment. Rather than hide behind or under furniture and other objects, they dashed across the floor in the middle of the room in a confused state. And when I noticed them and started, the operative went into a weird chant that sounded like an incantation.
This happened both times.
The older of the duo suddenly left one day. I suspect that his manner of surveillance was too extreme therefore he was relieved of his duties.
And there came an end to this kind of skulduggery.
With the younger, less talkative of the two, a different, more aggressive kind of psyop started.
For example, it so happened one day that I found two old and expired condoms under some stuff and placed them on the table inside. In the afternoon I locked up and left. Upon return, I found the guy standing not far from my door with two friends (or "colleagues"). As I unlocked the door to my room, I overheard one friend talking explicitly about two condoms on a table. Huh?
Well, firstly, this wasn't said as though he was telling his friends about the two items. He was talking to or at me, facing my direction, letting me know that it was about the two condoms in my room, nothing else.
Clearly, the three persons were attempting to elicit a response from me. This is also a typical move by such operatives. Had I reacted angrily it would have been without proof of sufficient provocation. They would have said they weren't talking to me and I would have been considered mentally unstable.
There was no sign of a break in at the door and the issue of lock picking would have been dismissed. I couldn't have won wherever I went with this.
I knew that they hadn't picked any of my 3 locks at the entrance. There would have been signs of this. I was very thorough with the locks and means of knowing if they had been tampered with.
The fiends had seen the condoms through the lifted roof. Because the home had no ceiling, merely lifting the roof on top of the separating wall that wasn't properly nailed down allowed one to see into the other room if they used a mirror or mobile phone camera or lifted the roof enough to push the head as far as enables one to see above the brick edge.
The duo had previously placed a rock between the roof and wall to make this procedure easier. This wedge created a space large enough for them to poke or throw objects into my room without having to go through the effort of lifting the corrugated iron sheets, which was also noisy.
I could have noticed the rock earlier from within my room but the view under that part of the roof was obstructed. It only became clear something had been placed there from the large hump that appeared on the roof, that was clearly visible when one was standing on the raised part of the land looking down at the house.
But you had to look first to be able to notice this, which is what I didn't do for a long time.
But I already knew about the rock before the incident with condoms and the very next day, I took pictures of the rock then removed it. I went up the roof and nailed it as best I could into the wood support, and finally weighed the roof down so that it couldn't easily be lifted along the wall.
And that was that.
One day while sitting in the home doing some writing, I realized from the verbal reactions to a few actions I made that the guy next door was watching me through the wall. I am a techie and knew that there was no way the duo could have installed cameras in my room. I would have found out. They couldn't have been watching me through some pinhole in the wall either. The walls are too thick for that to be practical or discreet.
Besides, the guy's verbal reactions came from within his room therefore he couldn't have been spying on me through the keyhole or some other hole outside. He was inside, using a hi-tech gadget, maybe based on thermal or ultrasound tech, to watch me.
Then it became clear how, for example, I could be eating quietly and would hear him or his "friend" next door make mention of me finally finishing the meal when I had actually just finished the meal, before the clanking sound of plates being removed or chairs being pushed that alerted anyone listening intently to the fact I was done eating.
The snake incidents when the older of the two chanted incantations immediately I had noticed and reacted to the snake also testifies to the fact I was being watched through the wall.
I also ascertained that he possessed a directed energy weapon. He confirmed this fact one day when the next door neighbor asked about an attack that was planned (after delivery of the weapon had been made?) and was told it had been foiled. The neighbor asked the question by describing the effect the victim would feel (did you make "them" pregnant?) and, because I had been hit and felt the swelling tummy effect before shielding the attack route off, I knew what they were talking about.
Later when the guy's other friend passed by, I heard the two talk about the same thing and again the guy mentioned that the weapon had been blocked by the shields I mounted that night.
It may seem improbable that the operatives talk openly about attacks and what they are using. But they do. This is because they are convinced their previous attacks have dulled the mind of the victim to the extent they comprehend little, can do nothing about it because of their dulled state of mind and even if they tried to do something about it, like reporting to the police, they wouldn't be believed.
When saying out loud or doing things that could make you angry enough to react with violence, such as the snake or "condoms on the table" incidents, or even the directed energy weapon attacks that cause the tummy to swell, the operatives ensure that they are not alone. That way they have a better chance of defending themselves physically if I went postal on them.
The point of such operations, besides demoralization, is to cause panicked flight. I have been there before with this operative MO and I know that that's the worst thing I can do for many reasons. Fleeing in a panic would get me in a more vulnerable situation and lead to much worse damage to my health than has already been done.
The issue of continued or ending residence is one that is settled using clear and precise language, not directed energy weapon attacks, toxins, usually neuro because they don't want witnesses (people with damaged minds cannot tell the tale in a convincing manner), snakes, psyops and hi-tech through the wall surveillance.
That ... calls for digging in because murder is what they are writing and it's not what you go for if you just want someone to move. The statements regarding Facebook posts that the operatives had only been told about make it clear that it isn't about residence.
One other thing I found odd about this duo at first, the item that later suggested the most probable technology they were using to watch me through the wall, was the fact they always hated it when I played music. They claimed it was too loud even when it wasn't, in the least.
The thing is, I have always played music at the same volume and non of my previous neighbors had complained about it.
I once personally went into the next room to check for myself if the music was too loud in there, and found that it wasn't. This is why not even the dads and moms who lived in the room before the duo, with their children to boot, had mentioned loud music. In fact, I asked all previous occupants whether I should turn the volume down when I had it higher than usual and they all said, in no uncertain terms, that it was OK.
I surmised that the cretins used sound waves, most probably ultrasounds, to see through the wall and it was vital for them to listen to the details of the sounds coming from me. This is why they couldn't tolerate the music I played because the speaker would have had a jamming effect.
So now, because one of them is still there, I insist on constantly playing music or listening to radio broadcasts whenever I am in the home because first: I don't want to hear what they have to say or listen to talk so stupid it makes me sick and second: I certainly don't want the weirdos watching me or listening to my heart beat as they launch attacks at me.
That's deadly.
And here I was initially thinking they had come to work. They are obviously criminals, criminal operatives ... what in targeted individual circles are known as "perps", short for perpetrators.
The reason they had lied about their origins when they just arrived has been clarified. It was to hide their identities. They probably thought they would have their mission accomplished before anything sensitive about them was exposed. That alone suggests something very sinister was planned for me, and it has shown.
Don't ask me how at this point in time. All will be revealed in due time.
Only criminals up to "serious" no good, or those living in fear of arrest for past crimes, don't want to give their true names, or addresses of their next of kin.
And you wouldn't think this about the duo from their appearance and behavior. You wouldn't think they are involved in anything so sinister. They look innocent, stupid, even dumb af, especially when they open their mouths.
But them the devil wouldn't look like himself on such a mission.
And dumb they actually are. It is not possible to recruit someone for this "job" if they have a tiny bit of sense in them. They would refuse. This kind of job is strictly for the stupid and souless. This is for those who would never think to ask the relevant questions.
Satanists prey on such characters.
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