Poisons: Murder She Wrote

The following clip shows the bleaching effect that poisons thrown at me, while I was taking a shower at a public facility off Victoria, London, had on successive trouser legs. I noticed the damage done to my trousers that was nothing like I had ever seen before in my entire life, especially with trousers that touch the ground as I walk. The material does tend to get damaged and shredded over time, and there is some discoloration, but never have I worn new pants that got bleached in one go.



The two pairs of trousers shown in this clip, that were both black, were all new and made of 100% cotton. The first one bleached on both sides, the marks becoming progressively larger until the pants were completely spoilt, while the second, bought at a period when I was careful not to let my body come in contact with the floor while taking my shower, were damaged on one side.

Note in the picture how whole the lines still are. A day later, the discolored part was shredded.

I am a sentient being, of course, and I do have a healthy head on my shoulders, so it was easy to note the painful sensations in my feet after every visit to this place, and localize it to the shower. The sensations, sometimes of a dull pain or mere discomfort, were also strange, unlike the normal pains one is bound to get in the feet, for example after a sprain or as a result of too much walking.

There were abnormal, suspicious activities going on at the place that were not unique wherever I went in the city, that included people following me around, rumors, true or false, that were about physical states that had been caused by attacks, rumors that were may not have been false in themselves, but became so when it transpired they were being spread through one ethnic minority, an idiotic thing to do since I interacted with every group and could ascertain this fact. At the location where my trousers got bleached, the clients would look out of place, and I was followed to and from the shower, to and from the canteen, and anywhere else that I went in the building. Words were also uttered by those I identified as the handlers as they got more and more confident they could blurt out anything with impunity.

Once, while in the canteen, a drunk polish man, short on cash and desperate (now that I think of it), was all over my case acting weird. Here I was, feeling the ultimate bait coming on, when some small headed English man made a reproachful, indirect remark that was a command to restrict attacks to the shower (rather than risk the possibility of exposure to those who were not in the know). The immediate reaction of the Polish man confirmed what I thought the handler was saying.

Previously, I had began to feel I was surrounded, that everybody around me was masquerading as normal everyday people, and the implied fear of exposure in those words made me realize things were not as bad as I had imagined. Not yet, at least.

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Internment Without Physical Walls

Whenever things are going fine for me, and I start to do better at that which matters to my situation, the going gets tougher. The average person who is not in the know of the extent to which it gets tough will usually urge me to get tougher in response.

I had a friend who knew I was a targeted individual. I know this because, once, he advised me never to stick my memory stick into a computer that is connected to a network such as the Internet if a new book I was working on was saved on it. I happened to already know this, having verified that the copying of material that was supposed to be private was routine where I am concerned, but that statement alone told me he was doing much more thinking than he was showing. I knew then that his dismissive attitude whenever I talked about what I was going through, especially the attacks with microwaves both at night and during the day when I was out and about, was a coping strategy.

My friend’s piece of advise that in sum meant ignoring the whole thing will make it go away was a staunch belief of his. As far as he was concerned, perps were a cowardly lot. Merely standing up against them or ignoring them would make them retreat into the darkness from which they had emerged.

The problem with real life perps, as opposed to the imagined ones, is they will attack even when the target has ceased doing that which caused them to be put on the menu in the first place. In my case, it didn’t even start out with me going all out on somebody. I didn’t hate on anybody on account of race or religion. I did not spread pamphlets or writings in a manner that would put anybody down or compromise their position. All I did was show my head, be myself on a very innocuous level. Being myself, which meant reading a lot, discussing a lot of sensible stuff rather than going to the disco or pub for beers, or the other sex, scared somebody so much they decided I belonged at the top of the menu.

The rest of what I started doing was my reaction to what I saw as unprovoked violence. Once upon a time somebody picked on me for no good reason, and my response to that was to give them a reason for attacking me.

For the first time in my life I started writing articles and, surprisingly enough, a lot of them got published in newspapers and magazines worldwide, leading to the discovery the man had been right about the fact I was good at seeing through facades into the true nature of things. The style of writing I immediately adopted was due to my rage at having been picked on for doing nothing wrong. Somebody somewhere had declared war on me because I was smart, and they definitely were going to try to hide that fact.

I was smart enough to realize immediately that I was being targeted for what I could potentially become, getting trimmed or pruned, so to say. Actually, institutionalization is the best word for it. It happens to everybody in this system, though in my case, because of what I was, the process entailed the destruction of a few of my brain cells, the dulling down of my reflexes, the nerve of which vexed me so much I decided I would dedicate the rest of my life, no matter how short, to doing precisely that which the man fears most, which is tell the truth.

You can see then that there is no way I can get tough and scare my perps away, no way I can ignore them enough to make them go away. They have chosen to invade my life permanently and, as long as I stick in a culture where they can find a hiding place, they are here to stay.

Control of my life happens on a minute to minute basis. This means that if I were to get a phone call, it will be monitored. If I were to go online, then the transmissions will be monitored. If I was to send an email, then the contents will be read before being posted. If anything I do is not pleasing to the man, then a stranger will find a way to let me know as they walk past me on the streets. As a programmer, I know my email inbox is checked and removed of emails that somebody out there does not want me to read. I know that emails that I send are not delivered when the contents are considered too sensitive for some entity. I have verified all of this, not merely by discovering the mistakes that become apparent due to how email software is designed, but through talking to people I sent emails to, and others who sent mail to me, and sometimes spoofing myself.

What I now know is that, apart from attempting to destroy my personality, the man is attempting to create a fake life around me. He is attempting to engineer my very thoughts by allowing some emails in, and blocking out others, depending on their content. In my day to day life, beautiful, willing females are everywhere I go as soon as I make it known that I am looking for female companionship, meaning the man would even go to the extent of fixing me up with a spouse.

Remember here that these observations are not a result of paranoia, but objectively observed data, often double-checked to ascertain the inference.

Apart from attempts at control, there is the ongoing attacking with all manner of weapons, especially DEWs, designed to either slow me down by confusing my mind or encumbering of my body as a result of physical discomfort. These attacks are heaviest when something positive is happening, and slow down when I am in a state. If I were to receive a phone call informing that I have received a sum of money, then, guaranteed, I will go out with a limp the next day, otherwise my head will be so strangely painful it would feel as though I allowed acupuncture on my brains. I will change from my balanced self into a chaotic stranger. If that sum of money is substantial then, as happened twice before, some fault with the bank’s electronic system will result in a huge sum of money disappearing from my account, that will be untraceable due to the computer malfunction.

The effect of all of this is to keep an individual in one place for as long as it takes, torturing them throughout. What we have here is a system not so much of imprisoning, but interning people without throwing them behind any kind of physical structure that contains them. This here is real, the world into which a lot of people get thrown in the west. There is no knowing how long it has been in effect. What’s certain is that a lot of people are interned right now, and a whole lot more have fallen as a result of the attacks. And it is not as though it is beyond the creature man to start something this cold. All it takes is a dictatorship looking for a way to control the masses to realise they can use false rumours, mental conditioning, poisons and DEW to conveniently isolate then gradually toy/play (they do enjoy the game) and eventually eliminate somebody.

The beastly incarnation behind such heinous acts needs to be exposed for what it is, and the prisoners, growing in number as we speak, set free.

East European Perps: Unfortunate Pawns or Babylon's Whores

More and more Targeted Individuals in the west are reporting the increased use of perps from former East European countries, particularly Polish immigrants, in stalking, harassment, torture, conditioning and elimination activities. These reports have been heard from Canada, The United States, the UK, and mainland Europe. I can verify from personal experience, having had one too many brushes with the vermin, that this is true. I know for a fact that many more people have been felled by Poles than ever before, which accounts for the rapid increase in their numbers.

They are a valued group in the business.

What’s more, due to the fact I understand their language, I know a bit more about why they have become such a preferred choice in the gang stalking world.

I understand much more Polish than I can speak, having studied Slovak in the then Czechoslovakia, and spent some time in Poland as a car salesman, as a hobby really. The language belongs to the same family group as Polish. Mastery of Slovak enables one to communicate with Russians, Yugoslavs, the Polish, and any other group that speaks what are basically dialects. I have been listening, or rather eavesdropping on Polish immigrant conversations, and am now pretty sure there is a group among them coming to the west specifically for covert stalking and elimination activities. It is not so much that they come to the west and, due to one thing leading to another, are recruited into the program, but more that they hear about the practice in their countries of origin, and, having served in the army, even as KGB pawns, come to the west with the specific intent of earning a living, making a lot of money, from covert activities.

One thing needs to be straitened out before I continue, which is that there are Poles and Poles. There are Polish people in western NATO countries whose intentions in coming here are descent, the same as the majority of immigrants, which is to earn a living. Given the economic status at home, these are economic immigrants who are often conscientious, and spend their time in the west making positive contributions to society.

The ones who come here to pursue a criminal career are a small group of miscreants who may be compared to soldiers of fortune, or bounty hunters. According to the logic behind the conversations I have heard, they know that in western countries, especially America, their services are greatly valued. There are a lot of people who need to be destroyed in their country of origin too, so there is much work to do there as well, but, again according to the logic of their conversations, that number is far much higher in the west and the returns for them much more than what they would get back in their home country.

The reason those who require their services have taken to hiring Poles are numerous, the most important being that:
- They are cheap. As with everything else, Polish people will work hard for wages that locals find ridiculous.
- They are white. Prior to the arrival of Polish immigrants, the power that be in the west had began to rely heavily on immigrants from the third world, especially the far east and Africa, who were preferred from locals because of their impartiality and the levels of ignorance. These, however, have different skin tones, tend to usually be obvious either because they utilize simpler logic than the locals or underestimate them, and stand out in a predominantly white neighbourhood. Moving them around to surround and inflict damage to certain chosen ones attracts too much attention. Unless Polish people open their mouths to speak, they are seldom recognizable as foreigners in a white country.
- The clumsiness that belongs with tricky situations is easily excused. Because Polish people come from a different, and for many people completely alien culture, they can do things that would be considered abnormal if they were done by locals, or even Asians and Africans. Some poisoning runs that are not based on creating clouds that the target inhales require skin contact. If a Polish man were to shake the hand of a local for no apparent reason, the local would attribute that behaviour to a strange culture and not be wise to the fact the Pole has rubbed poisons into their hand. They will as such not think to wash their hand before eating a burger at MacDonald’s.
- They do not need to be trained. As with most other things, Polish people are multi-skilled. Having already done the same kind of thing in their countries, they quickly adapt and can teach others to do the same.
- They usually have no permanent attachments in the country and are as such much more expendable than locals. For example, the majority plan to move on when they feel they are done, or are target workers who plan to return to their country of origin once they have raised a given sum of money. They will as such not create a negative image of the covert stalking job considering their demise from the backlash (kidney or liver problems due to self-poisoning or overexposure to RF or EMF) will occur somewhere far away.
- Their level of ignorance is higher, meaning they are much more gullible and can thus be lied to about the dangers that they face. Polish agents are known to engage in activities that are much more harmful to their life and health than their western counterparts. It is not hard convincing them their life is not in danger regarding a given target, or that, as long as they wash the stuff off their hands before eating, they will be safe, or that drinking an antidote completely protects against harm from ingested poisons. They are far removed from local news where news reports can indirectly reveal to a wary local perp the strange things that happen to colleagues. This detachment from reality in a foreign and hostile milieu happens to be one of the main reasons why, soon after arrival in the west, they are visibly in a terrible mental and physical state.
- They are good at what they do, in fact much better than most western perps I have encountered.

For the average citizen upon whom the eye of Satan has fallen, it is difficult distinguishing a good Pole from the bad. Rather than go out and appear unstable, or overly paranoid, there are a few things you can do to protect yourself from harm in case your fears are true. The first thing to never do is eat without washing your hands after having contact that didn’t quite seem right, for example some man walked up to you and shook your hand for no apparent reason, or tapped you on the shoulders then ran his filthy hands along your sleeves (lol), or asked for your lighter. Control your breathing whenever you notice characters behaving suspiciously in your vicinity. The technique of throwing clouds in the air that you will breathe as you pass by is used a lot by Polish perps. Do not panic if you are eating or drinking and you feel they are surrounding you. Moving rapidly from one place to the next to escape the circle will require more concentration from your mind and offer a chance to throw something in from an angle. Remember here that east Europeans are actually better at activities that require quick reflexes than the average westerner.

Remain where you are, abstain from moving your head from side to side in order to see what is happening behind you. This behaviour increases the chance of an attack as your individual motions can be studied and predicted. Try to sit in an area where you can see most of what is around you so that you do not need to look over your shoulder, for example with a wall behind you, and also try to open your eyes wider, as normally wide as you can, without showing alarm, so that you reduce the blind spot. Watch the movements of those who come close. A hand gesture is as surreptitious as someone passing their hand through their hair while they are passing by you, half way through the motion, between the beginning of the motion and the time the hand passes through the hair, they will release the poisons into the air so they are either sucked into the lungs, fall on what you are consuming or fall on your skin, mostly in the gap between your clothes. The favourite location is your back, below the neck. Take a shower when you arrive back home, or wash those places where substances may lodge as soon as you get the chance. Ensure that you change clothes if you think you have been contaminated, or as a matter of course.