I decided to write a diary here online. The chances of loss of info is a little smaller. The perps have stolen 3 lap tops, destroyed one memory card and one lap top. I can't be sure that nothing will happen to my diary. So whenever I feel like it, I can put my info here. It is called "documenting".I will try to even write the themes in the title. It can also happen that I can sometimes change what I wrote if I see that something is missing, or if i didn't make myself clear the first time. I might add or delete info. I will also ad pictures.
Where I live, I take care of a few cats. They live outside and nobody feeds them. I like cats, and I take care of them. Nevertheless, they unfortunately do the same things they do to me, even to the cats.
One of the cats is very friendly. I found it outside one day and it searched for someone nice enough to feed it and take care of it. Even if the cat is an adult, it immediately saw my home as it's own home, but it vanished for a few days. It came back with the jaw hurt and liquid was pouring out, it doesn't smell very well. Just when I thought about going to the vet with it, it vanished again for one day and came back "feeling" a little better.
Another strange thing about the cat is that it seems to hurt in different parts of the body, especially the spine and the liver. The cat was in perfect health the day I found it. And when I think something bad about the perps, the ones that surveillance me, the cat gets aggressive and attacks me. I tried to film it, but the minute I begin videotaping the "aggressive" cat the cat will stop. It will be the normal unaggressive cat it usually is.
Another smaller kitty - I call her Lady or "Girl" - is attacked very bad usually. It likes to sleep sometimes in my bed, and I can see it's body organs moving and has two round things under it's jaw - pretty big things. I wonder what they are and what functions they have. One reason is because I have them too.
I did some shopping today. It was one of the nicer days, nothing in particular happened. I went to the bank and made a withdrawal and bought grocery. I had too much to carry with me, otherwise i had bought a printer. I am thinking about starting to research a little more and print the most important things on paper. It is easier to keep track of papers and information. Reading stuff online or on the screen and on paper are two different things.
The puke ray gun
The "normal" thing is that when I write something and I want to write it well, i can feel like i can't see properly and I feel like a dim is led over my eyes and my "mind", I feel clouded and that's exactly how I feel now. In town today, I felt a few times that they pointed the "vomiting" ray gun on me. They must love this gun, it is their favorite gun. They've made me puke very bad twice at the shopping mall where I usually go shopping.
Once they tortured me with it for "apparent" disobedience, like thinking that they should be locked up and the key should be thrown away. The second time I puked at the shopping mall, I did something very bad, intentionally: I puked on the clothing in the store. Pay with the same coin and they will go milder on you. And as they tortured me with this puke gun at home for 24 hours, I only called them mad men all the time and gave them the finger.
They've stopped using it on me in very large amounts of it. I can throw up on people if they do that - i am usually warning them about that. I found out that getting even is better for me then doing nothing and hope they will eventually realize that we are people that are innocent and suffer in vain. They don't see it that way. They create lies and they are the one believing them and they also act upon them as they were real.
So I need to remind them now and then that I can too do stuff that is not appropriate. Once i threw up in the bus. Fortunately I had a plastic bag with me and used it. Someone else gave me another one, as mine was a little broken.
The thing about the vomiting they provoke is that it is not normal vomiting, the pain and the taste of it is not normal. I can't explain it because I never experienced anything similar.
This one is my favorite cat. I call him blue eyes, or "fur" because of the nice fur.
There is something with their eyes:In particular their left eye.
This is Lady with a black cat that plays alot:
Notice Lady's left eye.
This is the new cat when he was hurt and a picture I took today, he is not hurt anymore in the jaw, even if he is not completely well yet. Besides he has some "genital" problems, like someone is hurting him, but i could not manage to take a good shot. And I am sorry for the cat, I feel like it is wrong to take such pics.
I found the videos names The Love Police on Youtube.com because I visited a Spanish blog about stalking and directed energy weapons that said that this video should be seen and spread around. For me it has another meaning, because the police in my case has been very involved in the stalking department. Once i tried to video record my way around in town and I had to show my papers, to speak with them, they put me in a white room with nothing in it to wait and so on. Just because I filmed and took photos. It is not illegal, as I told them. There are plenty of people that film and take pics in town, even of me. When tourists visit they might take pics and record videos.
Of couse, today they all looked at me, no matter where they were because the videos reminded me about all police involvement.
I see it like this: If innocent defenseless people in a society are targeted with guns (lethal or non-lethal), then the perps are terrorists. Because of the apparent police involvement in harassing me, I call, in my thoughts (as they seem to read them) "terrorists" or "the maffia". Another thing i like to do, is, since I found out that the CIA even invented a gay ray non-lethal weapon is to ask the police in my thoughts if they use it on each other. If I see tow of them I would ask them if they shot each other today, and if it's three of them I would say in my thoughts: "Oh, a threesome"
Today I didn't make fun of them so much. One of the guards at the store was a woman and as I found out that in Spain around 100 women are beaten up and killed by their husbands every year, I asked her in my thoughts if "she is beaten up at home by her husband too".
Sorry ... maybe not every one approves, but believe me, they need to know what they do to us - taste their own medicine. Being nice and polite and obedient just makes us an easier target.
The back of my ears
Looking through the pics I've taken, I noticed that I once took some pictures of the back of my eyers, because i read somewhere on the net, that implants can be operated behind the ears and the person would never find out. See something strange?
Please comment and give your own examples.