I too am guilty of letting hope fade
Into episodes desolate despair
While surrounded by people
Who can not care. . .
For me.
BUT
LIGHT WILL SHINE ON ALL OF HUMANITY
AS WE EMBRACE OUR HEARTS AND SET LOVE FREE.
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I am a Primary Targeted Individual
We are unseen victims lost beneath their lies.
We are the crumbling ones put on a list to die.
We are the rising wounded begging for your aide,
Becoming a speck of dust in an evil charade.
In this testimony I focus primarily on brief accounts of some of the most obvious parts of my experiences. I am still clicking puzzle pieces together from my past and this is not the whole story. And I am still being heavily targeted, while I do this, so please excuse my moments of confusion.
In the summer of 2011, I began researching, in order to figure out why I'm being targeted - slandered, gang stalked, threatened and have negative energy beamed at me...etc., and have been finding that I am just one victim of an operation that is targeting THOUSANDS of common people, families and communities. . .a criminal operation that is a serious threat to ALL of humanity.
Because of my focus on spiritual growth I had previously perceived my most unusual experiences as spiritual phenomenon. Through the first couple decades of this hell, I had not known about the existence of "Microwave weapons" or "Remote Mind Control Technologies" - "Psychotronic Weapons" and the existence of organized stalking groups. And I had often felt confused by the things I was experiencing and witnessing. In 2010 I wrote the book, "Into the Light," which was first named, "Out of the Dark," as I struggled to make some sense of what was happening to me.
I have undergone such devastating chains of sabotaged jobs, homes and relationships...etc., that I don't know how I'm surviving it. My faith in God - Love and Light is all that carries me through.
I used to raise my children in a nice country home and now I'm homeless and facing this alone. I have struggled to make sense of what is happening to me and have gone through periods of even doubting my own sanity, especially during the times when my own father and sister have aggressively swung against me and aimed to convince me, and even my children, that I have become "mentally ill," instead of investigating this.
Through this hell, I have realized that the first step to surviving is to be strong enough to realize that I am not crazy. . .and I thank God for giving me the strength to not let my mental health be completely destroyed. Although losing my whole family has been indescribably painful. . .the worst part has been to watch them lose their hearts in the process of following evil manipulations against me. Words can not describe how this feels. We are all victims.
Please know that I have never engaged in criminal activity. Before the worst of this started I was an average middle class independent woman who owned my own home and ran my own businesses. I loved nature, writing and anything related to personal/spiritual growth. I used to lead support groups and do reiki and found joy through embracing all that needed healing...etc. I was not perfect, but was certainly not the kind of person that anyone could even begin to perceive as a threat or criminal, although the terrorists who target us may now have me listed as one, in order to justify their own criminal behaviors and engage local stalking groups.
I have tried hard to figure out why I am being targeted and am still looking back over the series of events that brought me to this devastating point in my life.
Since giving birth to my daughters, I have been against children receiving mandatory vaccinations, simply because it does not feel right and my gut feeling was that it does more harm than good. I guess there are some who would not agree with my views. . .especially those who are now said to be putting micro chips and intentionally harmful substances in vaccinations that harm children, while putting money and control in the pockets of others.
I have never been very patriotic. I'm not against this country I was born in, but I empathize with its natives and do not agree with the arrogant "we are best" attitude. (My mother was from Canada) I believe that each country has its good points and its bad points. . .and that when each one finds the heart to share the good, instead of comparing and fighting, the whole world will become a better place to live in. I feel the same way about religions.
Since the 1980s I have promoted the use of herbs and natural healing methods instead of harmful pharmaceuticals...etc. If the pharmaceutical companies are involved in this holocaust, I guess they would not like this, although the impact I could make on the world is extremely minor.
All of my writings, since the mid 1980s have been about healing and bringing more Love into our world - about opening and listening to and following our hearts. I guess evil forces can see this as a threat, although I am a "nobody."
Overall, there is no legal reason for me to be targeted. I was just an ordinary person. It is most likely that the criminals of this holocaust first targeted me, along with the rest of my family, in order to use us for technological experimentation. . . and that the targeting grew into something more gruesome as I began publicly writing about healing the heart of humanity and started intuitively picking up on what they are doing to us. (I believe that my family may have been chosen because we were isolated - my parents struggled to raise six children on a large farm in New Boston, NH and did not socialize much.
There is still also the possibility of the targeting starting against my mother with my estranged FBI/CIA Uncle Slim.
How it started (and WHY) is difficult for me to be 100% sure of. I wish I knew. I feel like it would all feel a bit better if I understood why this is happening to me, but each time I think I have it figured out more puzzle pieces show up.
I experienced and witnessed things, in the 1970s, while working as a nursing assistant at the Hillsborough County Nursing Home in Goffstown, NH. . .things that I now believe were caused by criminal use of remote microwave weapons.
My head hurt in strange ways while I worked there and our patients were periodically struck by an unseen source of pain...etc. I had not had any problems with head aches prior to working there and they stopped when I left. FYI: This facility was also called the "County Farm," which housed poor people, in exchange for working the farm, as well as having a small hospital and a low security prison on the premises. This facility had a mysterious array of under ground tunnels and a "Popper's" grave yard. . .where residents were buried in unmarked graves.
Around the 1970s my siblings and I were taken to the hospital part of the County Farm to have our tonsils removed. I now wonder if we were microchipped at that time. . .and if my sisters sudden "lazy eye" and brother's sudden inability to read...etc., was due to damaging technological mind control experimentation. My mother had shared things with me that also point in this direction. Among the things she shared with me were her concerns that my sister, Vivian, was developing behaviors that could be classified as evil and aimed to cause disruption. (My mother struggled to not react negatively toward her, but sometimes did.) My heart goes out my sister here, because she was an innocent child being used to irritate my mother. The pain in both of them must have been enormous.
My childhood was about average - difficult in some ways. . .BUT not nearly difficult enough to explain the problems that later haunted every member of my family. There have been personality changes in my brothers that can not be explained by their upbringing. Each of them became extremely dominating and controlling with women...etc, (eerily identical to each other, although they originally had very different personalities) FYI: My father was very easy going and my mother was loving and always there for us in our younger years. . .before things began heading in a bad direction. Then she suddenly became angry and turned to alcohol and staying with friends more than being home. (I now believe that my mother was heavily targeted with microwave weapons, which lead to her body's death with an unusual double strain of Leukemia in 1977.) Prior to this belief I had always felt, in my heart (and had even written) that she had gone before her time was up - that there was something unusual surrounding her death - that she was supposed to be leaving us at that time. I just never understood what it was until now.
Some are now twisting this into my having a hard time accepting death, but the TRUTH is that a body's death bothers me less than most people, because of my spiritual belief in heaven. I do, however, have a hard time dealing with people being hurt and murdered, because its not right. A death is NOT "meant to be" unless it is natural and NOT intentionally instigated by another human being.
And you should also know that I am not one to deny or hide childhood problems. On the contrary, I tend to launch into facing them head on, as I did in my Embracing Feelings/Embracing Sadness book. If my family had a history of any sort of mental illness I'd have said so and would have even met it as a challenge to understand it, heal it and grow beyond it...etc. Such is my way. I've always had an interest in psychology and personal growth. Anyone who now suddenly tries to say that my situation is due to a hereditary family illness is fabricating it, or has had it projected into their brain, in order to cover for the criminals who have been targeting my family and I. I've always been a strong, independent, non-fearful person and this is actually what is enabling me to make this stand, instead of being completely crushed by it.
No matter what things appear like to unaware onlookers, the TRUTH remains the same.
In 1981 I saw a doctor Hamilton (in Concord, NH) during my first three months of pregnancy with my youngest daughter. He told me she was dead and that, because I was not miscarrying he should perform an abortion. At the last minute - while sitting on his table for the abortion, I suddenly had a really bad feeling and decided not to go through with it. He became angry and told me I was just putting my own life in danger if I didn't have the abortion. I left his office and had a mostly healthy baby girl about 6 months later. I now wonder if he is part of this evil depopulation plan, especially since I remembered hearing that he had also caused complications for another mother and child and was sewed for it.
My daughter, Julia, was born with a minor heart defect and four nipples. FYI: It is now being said that Targeted Individuals often have children with minor heart defects.
I had two surgeries on my spine - one in 1985 by Dr Fairley in Concord, NH and one in 1986 by Dr. Bernini in Hanover, NH. Both surgeries were surrounded by unusual incidences. . .and I began to notice strange things happening after this time period. . .slowly becoming worse as years went on. Dr Fairly had also told me that I have a degenerative bone disease. . .which seems to not really exist...etc.
Prior to the late 1980s I'd been healthy and had never had heart problems, but suddenly my heart was often not beating normal and I began feeling unusually fatigued.
Dr Deadra Margarett Fuller - a doctor whom I was referred to by a supposed "friend" in the early 1990s, also used scare tactics and often launched into episodes of jumbled and uncomprehendable speech. . .an obvious brain control victim. According to the last two calls I'd made to her office, my medical records have vanished. . .as if I had never been there. (Strange things seem to be happening to my medical records elsewhere also.)
By the late 1980s my husband started treating me in ways that were not like him. The primary thing that now makes me fully believe that he was experiencing some sort of mind control is remembering when his behaviors toward me began changing in unexplainable ways and he even suddenly became sexually forceful. This was too completely opposite from who he was. At the time I felt baffled by it and wanted to protect my children and I. So I divorced him after a 14 year marriage. . .not knowing that I was falling into the plans of those who are targeting us. Things got worse after I was alone.
Around 1990 my sister, Vivian also started behaving so strangely that I told my whole family that I needed time to myself, which ended up being a complete separation due to the confusing mess it turned into. My whole family swinging against me, after my simple request for time. . .which lead into all of us reacting and me demanding to have no contact from them. Again falling into the plan to isolate me from them.
There have been many confusing and unexplainable occurrences, which I now realize were instigated by Hitler-style manipulations performed by the perpetrators of this holocaust. . .at a time when none of us were aware of being targeted by these criminals. Some considered my daughters and I as attractive people, and I believe we have all been repeatedly drugged and raped.
At this time it appears that my life was slowly infiltrated with new groups of people, whom I now believe included members of organized stalking groups. One of them had even rented a room in my home. Strange things continued to happen, like my pic-nic table being moved while I was away from home and my oldest daughter suddenly having spurts of uncharacteristic behavior. There were many prank phone calls...etc. At the time I had assumed that it was my angry/jealous sister, but now realize that this was probably not the case for most of it.
I'd owned a home on Staniels Rd in Loudon, NH from 1984 to 1995 and one of my neighbors, was a state police officer who seemed like a nice person, but now appears to be either completely mind controlled or was/is a willing perpetrator. In the spring of 2011 he warned me to stop writing about this and launched into stories that proved that he'd had me under surveillance and had my phone tapped, during intimate times that should have been private. This shocked me so much that I'd wondered if it was really him I was talking to. But I now believe it was him.
FYI: The perpetrators of this holocaust often impersonate us and other people in phone calls, emails, letters...etc., in order to accomplish their evil manipulations.
Around 1994 I had tried to reconnect with my family of origin, but my father had told me that this "would not be a good idea, because everyone was so angry" with me. It was unusual for my father to keep me from the family, especially since he now blames me for his not having contact with my daughters. And there was no reason, that I knew of, for anyone in the family to be remaining so angry with me that they'd never want to see me again. I found this confusing, because I had not known that part of the "targeting" process was to isolate the target from family and anyone who can help. I feel right into their manipulations when I again slammed the door and remained completely separate from my family of origin.
I believe that both of my children and every person I was close to, also became victims of remote electronic mind control, to some degree. I've had relationships with people who'd suddenly start treating me badly and seem to feel confused about their own behaviors. My own husband had once said, "I don't know why I do this to you. You are the only person I treat this way," after I strongly confronted his behaviors several years after our divorce. Another man, whom I had been in a relationship with, had later told me that he "did not understand how he had perceived my letters as being "bad - negative" when they were the opposite." And the list goes on. In general it appears that those who target me aim to make people, whom I get close to, perceive me in a negative or bad light. . .perhaps through hypnotic types of suggestions as well as local rumors. The list of incidences like this is too long to list here.
In 1995 my own government took my Loudon, NH home and destroyed my business through their "rights of eminent domain." (They never compensated me for my business or loss of rental income.) This process was dragged on for over a year and was done with shocking cruelty - with threats to shove me into poverty if I spoke to the media after the Manchester Union Leader took off with a dishonest article about their taking of my home. Everyone who knew me knew that there was "something off" - something wrong with this un-necessary taking of my home, in order to move a road that did not really need moving. But nobody did anything about it. There seemed to be nothing that could be done. Even local lawyers refused to help me. (My name was Sharon Buck at this time - but I had changed it to Namatari Neachi near the end of this taking of my home.)
In the late 1990s I was referred, by a "friend," to a dentist who suddenly cut an un-necessary deep gash into my upper gums. At the time I thought he was just psycho and I never returned to him. But I now believe he may have installed a micro chip. This referral was by the same "friend" who had recommended Dr. Deadra Margaret Fuller. This supposed friend owns a dental lab in Auburn, NH. and is a definite low level perpetrator. I believe this due to more happening then what I list here.
After ending a 4+- year relationship, with a man who was VERY obviously targeted and perhaps even taken over by the criminals of this holocaust, more weird things began happening. A parachute, on the instructor I was in line to jump with, suddenly failed to open. Doors were being slammed in my house in the middle of the night. I began experiencing sudden flares of extreme fatigue, fevers, heat, nausea. Plants suddenly began dyeing in my garden and home, birds suddenly stopped coming around my home...etc. Everything I loved began fading out of my life. . .including my own children.
By the spring of 2001 most of my pets were suddenly either dead or missing. One daughter had been suddenly hospitalized with an unexplainable neurological problem, which effected her brain - speech and motor skills. My other daughter was being brainwashed by a perpetrator through chat rooms on the internet and secret late night phone calls. The chief of police in Andover, NH was connected to this and had ripped into me in public parking lot - trying to make it look like I was the criminal and that I was wrong for hiring a private investigator to help save my daughter who had gone to meet this man and was missing for nearly 24 hours. This was humiliating to me, because I had never been in trouble with the law.
My healthy dog had suddenly died of a strange illness that sounds like some of the reports I now read on the remote ability to effect internal organs. The vet said her spline had been twisted, but that there was no medical explanation for it.
I think these criminals probably shifted me from the experiment list to the 'kill quickly' list, around 2001, after I shared a precognitive dream I'd had about "drugs or poisons being put into the Concord, NH public water supply. . .and that Cathy Loew Block was bringing contaminated water into a grade school". I'd shared this dream with others out of concern and with the hope that the criminal act could be prevented, if it was indeed happening. I had even foolishly called Cathy and the Concord public water supply to report my concerns. I hadn't realized that this water contamination was just a small part of, what I now believe is much larger plan. . .and that the criminals would come after me.
News reports, in 2008, declared that mood altering drugs were being found in public drinking water. . .and that knowledgeable scientists say that anti-depressants help technologies like HAARP to perform successful mind control on unsuspecting victims.
I believe that my oldest daughter has been severely targeted on many levels. . .to the point of her mind being adversely effected. Aside from the sudden attack that hospitalized her, when she was around 16 years old, she has, since then, also experienced sudden unusual numbers of deaths of friends. One was too strange to not have been instigated by an evil outside force - Her friend's mother suddenly murdered her own grandchildren and then herself. She was NOT a person who could have done such a thing on her own accord! I feel sure of this.
My daughter had a hard time dealing with death and was suddenly thrust into more than most 80 year old's experience. This scenario seems consistent in the targeting - what we love is torn away and what bothers us is instigated. This daughter also found another friend dead in his apartment. . .and was suddenly hit with having to face nearly a half dozen other deaths of people she was close to. She is also a victim of remote microwave weapons and has all the physical symptoms. . .the unusual traumatic experiences, unexplainable weight gain and sudden periods of rashes, head aches, nausia, sudden unusual carvings, hair loss, swollen and bleeding gums...etc. Prior to around the year 2000, she was a very happy and healthy child.
There has never been a history of mental illness in our families, although I hear that my sister and father appear to be now trying to fabricate one. . .continuing their efforts to have me found "mentally ill," instead of facing the Truths. . .and that they are victims too.
Recently, the perpetrators have repeatedly told me, in cryptic sorts of messages, that they are going to kill her and it looks like this is what they are doing. They have her completely turned against me - the only person who could understand and help her. . .and appears to be being separated from the rest of her family also! One of her best friends (and Boss) has Lupus, is an obvious unaware target and her husband works for the CIA. Coincidence? I think not.
In may of 2001, when my home burned down in a suspicious fire, ironically there were two other fires on the same day. The process to put out the fire was "suspicious," said the fire marshal. "The fire seemed to have been put out and then re-started". . .destroying my writings and thousands of dollars, which had been in a room next to the one where the fire had started. This fire was never shown in the news.
In the year following the fire I felt numb and weak and couldn't think straight....beyond what normal shock would induce. I felt like I had been drugged. I traveled a lot, which I guess saved me from what could have been worse. I now realize that I was being inconspicuously stalked and sabotaged each time I tried to meditate, write or pick up the pieces of my already shattered life. . .even in Peru, Nova Scotia and Hawaii. The unusual numbness and confusion I felt, I now believe was due to be targeted by "psychotronic Weapons" - Remotely Directed Microwave Weapons.
In December 2001 I took off to hibernate and heal in an "Adirondack Shack," which I purchased in the upstate New York wilderness. But my desperately needed respite was repeatedly interrupted by various people. (At the time I could not understand why this was happening to me.)
I had sort of reconnected with my family around the year 2000, because I'd had a dream about a family member dieing and then one that showed another one dieing directly after the first one. I thought it was going to be my father and wanted to try to make things right with him. (I sometimes have precognitive dreams.)
December 2001: I suddenly went completely blind for a few minutes while sitting in a chair and feeling unusually levels of mental fatigued.
In December 2001 my brother Kevin called me, saying that "Pops is acting strange..." (He called our father "Pops.") He had also said things about feeling like he was being drugged, because he'd suddenly started falling asleep on the couch in a manor that was unusual. I feel bad that I did not pursue this with him. I knew he was upset about it and was digging for answers, but I had my own sets of problems and didn't give it much thought. Actually, I completely forgot about it until recently.
August 2002 my youngest brother (Kevin LaBree) was suddenly killed in a mysterious vehicle accident. Many people knew that there was something suspicious about my brother's "accident" but as people aimed to figure it out my cousin suddenly died of a heart attack. (Coincidence or another distraction from criminal activity?) I know the answer, especially since the investigators tried switching into investigating my sanity after I expressed that I did not think my brother's death was an accident. Medical reports stated that my brother had gone unconscious BEFORE he ended up in a river and how the accident happened remained a mystery to many of us.)
In the months following Kevin's death I began rekindling my relationship with my father and older brother, although my sister's jealousy had an obvious problem with it.
In 2003, my father received some sort of email or letter, which he was extremely upset with me about. He never told me what it said, but he obviously thought it was from me and called me up and blasted me with a lecture that left me feeling too hurt and confused to describe here. At the time I thought it was something my sisters had jealously done, in order to come between my father and I. I now believe that the criminals who target us were responsible for whatever was written to hurt my father and once again destroy my relationship with him. . .even if it was delivered through one of my sisters. (I am now finding out that fabricated letters were also sent to some of my friends.)
Through the summer and fall of 2003, my sister kept leaving messages on my phone which stated things like, "come home Sharon we just want to get you the help you need..." These were delivered in a tone that was so obviously sick and psychopathic that I began feeling scared, not only for her, but for myself. Just prior to her starting this, I had told her that my greatest fear was that people would not understand my precognitive dreams and spiritual experiences, assume I am just crazy and institutionalize me. (I now feel certain that she is a victim of remote mind control and was being used to make it look like my worst fear was coming true - that my family was thinking that I am crazy and was wanting to "get me help.")
This theme of me suddenly becoming "mentally ill" appears to have begun with the police officers whom I'd asked to investigate my brother's death. Somehow they had convinced my family that my brother's death was an accident and that I had a mental problem for thinking otherwise. . .and of course my jealous and controlled sister lept into setting out to prove it. . .convincing my father and constantly trying to contact my daughters to convince them of it. Her efforts did not work with those who knew me, but planted seeds that have caused indescribable levels of destruction later in my life.
At the time I had not been aware of the extent of the targeting and how it includes parts of law enforcement agencies. . .and I had foolishly shared many of my precognitive dreams in my letter to them. I knew I had been going out on a limb, but had not expected it to be immediately broken, as it had been.
I am now convinced that my little brother was inconspicuously murdered, with a remote directed energy/laser weapon, which made him go unconscious as he drove his four wheeler over an embankment and into a river. Myrl Phelps - a victim turned perpetrator of this holocaust, had brought up a weird scenario about a "brother suddenly dieing" just a couple days before my little brother's death. I have since realized that this is a common tactic of the most evil parts of this operation - they actually cryptically let us know, what they are going to do. . .like a cat playing with a mouse before the lethal strike! (Nobody will ever be able to convince me that the leaders of this operation are not purely satanic.)
In January and February 2004 I had a nasty run in with one of these perpetrators, in Sky Valley California. This man even had secret rooms in his homes - rooms that contained children's bunk beds and computers. After I left I had a dream that he "had tried to plant a chip in my body, in order to control me sexually..." I did not understand what this meant at the time. It is now more than obvious. There is a lot more to this than I mention here. I was lucky to have gotten away - lucky that I'd been seen there by other people, just before my aiming to leave.
In the spring of 2004, my last conversation with my father was so distressing that I cried and prayed through the next night for answers and had a dream, which showed him being a pedophile. Because I trusted my dreams I thought this must be true, especially since he'd seemed threatened by my habit of looking at and healing the past...etc. Words can not express the grief I felt in the following days. I think I cried harder than I ever had. I loved my father and didn't want to think this of him. But it seemed to explain some of his unusual behaviors.
Now that I hear about how the criminals who target us have technologies that can actually remotely project dreams into people's heads and effect their thinking and belief system with subliminal messaging while they are asleep, I am thinking that this dream may not have been a real dream, and that the vague memories which followed it, may have also been projected into my head by them. I am not sure of this, but it seems to ring true. The targeting, in many other ways, has proven to be sadistic and perverted.
The targeting hit more severe levels in 2005, as I tried to take off with a publication, which focused on healing the past and bringing more Love into humanity, but also contained prophetic dreams about horrible flood disasters. (I now see how this was a threat to criminals who may have planned to orchestrate such disasters with technologies like "HAARP")
Within the seven issues of "The Personal Journal" I also wrote a "Pretentious Fiction" story called "Heights of Wisdom", which included a statement, by a woman named. "Wisdom", about a dark/evil leader who pretended to be working with God, but is really evil and causes mass destruction in the world. It also included a comment about an evil men's group, which politicians belong to. (My intuitive side often comes out in my writings, although I had not realized how much until recently.) Within this publication I also started sharing my precognitive dreams, which kept showing destructive storms and masses of people being harmed or in danger...giant black clouds coming over us...etc.
In June of 2005, when I first started putting out the "forewarnings of Disasters" my sister suddenly exploded into a public slander, on the internet, trying to declare me "a paranoid schizophrenic" and "evil." This was extremely unusual, at the time, not only unusual that she'd go to such extremes, but also unusual in the fact that EVERYONE who knew me knew I was the opposite of paranoid...etc. I had traveled all over the USA, Canada, Peru and Hawaii, ALONE. Many thought I should be more cautious and less fearless. I truly was the opposite of what she was declaring. I had my share of problems, but "paranoid" was so far of base that I thought she'd lost HER mind.
Ironically, the most obvious organized stalking, threats and weird phone calls started in 2005 after my own sister planted the seeds for people to think I am "just paranoid."
Prior to this I'd just thought I was having a lot of bad luck and had taken it on as a spiritual challenge with an aim to heal from it all, which is what The Personal Journal was about. But 2005 is when I began realizing that something was horribly wrong - that was being "targeted." But I'd foolishly assumed that it was some sort of local occult group that was against my writings. . .and I continued perceiving many of the remote technological things they'd do as spiritual experiences, or bad luck, because I was not aware of the existence of such technologies. . .or of what these criminals were doing with them.
As I continued to write and distribute "The Personal Journal", I was constantly hit hard. I struggled with periods of severe pain in my head, dizziness, nausea, hair loss, fatigue, painful bloating on my body...etc. I thought that I was becoming terminally ill and put even more focus into my writing. . .in an effort to complete my life's work - the opposite of what my attackers were aiming for.
My printing machines kept breaking. My computers kept crashing. Perpetrators moved in next door and I was forced to suddenly move. One month after I moved my whole neighborhood was suddenly gone in a mysterious flash flood, from an unusual concentration of rain, which formed a lake behind a "plugged culvert" until the land around it let go. (four of my neighbors were killed!)
I am thankful for having the courage to listen to my instincts, which told me to fly to Texas for volunteer work with Katrina and Rita victims and let my daughter go to her father's house. The flood wiped out most of our neighborhood while we were gone.
Directly after the flood, a journalist and her husband zoomed in to "help" me, because I no longer had a home to go to. When I got to their house my vehicle was boxed in so that I could not leave without them moving their own vehicles. (There was plenty of room for this to not have to be this way) While I was there I was drugged and raped and lost over a week of time.. .and was brainwashed into thinking that my neighbor's deaths were my fault. After I got away from them I was receiving threatening phone calls and being followed everywhere I went. An untruthful article was written about me in the Keene Sentinel News paper. The media and at least one radio station was slandering me. . .etc. (My legal name was Namatari Neachi at this time.)
When I later reported the rape to the police police chief, nothing was done about it and the tire on my car suddenly went flat while I was in the police station talking to the chief.
Since the summer of 2005, many people, whom I didn't even know, suddenly started treating me rudely everywhere I went. Even my own children began turning against me in ways that were confusing and not like them. (I had been very close to my children) And I continued to feel physically ill, although I'd spent thousands of dollars on medical testing in 2003, which came up with nothing wrong with me. I ended up in emergency rooms on several occasions. . .with sudden loss of depth perception, blurred eye sight, hearing loss, nausea, severe pain in my head and loss of balance...etc.
In 2006, in the aftermath of the floods, I was lured to Alexandria Bay, NY by one of these perpetrators and nearly lost my life on more than one occasion, while I was there. This was due to a man who grew up in this area where there exists a large base for an extremely satanic occult. (This man is associated with Bill Clinton who also owns an island in this area.) The hell I went through while being stranded there could fill a whole book! I do not know if I am "lucky" to be alive or not. But God seemed to be intervening and keeping me here for something.
Since 2005 I have also been receiving cryptic threats and what appears to be repeated attempts to kill me in ways that would look like a natural death or an accident. Among other things, brakes on two of my vehicles seemed to have been tampered with to the point of complete loss of brakes, while driving. (This happened twice within one year) This could become a long list, so I'll just say that. . . my vehicles have been tampered with a lot and I had a few shady characters following me around.
Shortly before January 18, 2007 I publicly declared that the Lupus, which I'd just been told I had, was caused by harmful energy that was being directed at me from a satanic occult. I felt this truth to the core of my soul. (Everyone thought I was nuts, but I actually wasn't that far off, even though I did not know it was being done through secret technologies like HAARP.) After publicly sharing this I was attacked with directed energy so severely that it nearly put me back in the hospital. This sort of pattern continued to the point of causing me to refrain from writing about it on the web. (Around this time my business email address had been taken over. This was not the first time that I'd lost an email account.
Since then I have noticed these sorts of patterns happening a lot. The attacks worsen when I focus on my writings and especially when I intuitively hit on a Truth that these perpetrators do not want us to know about. (In fact, since I added this statement, I am undergoing another severe attack.)
In 2006 I learned, through the stalkers shoving it in my face, that my writings were being plagiarized. One of my songs (Last Dollar) became a hit song by Tom McGraw and later. . ."The Shack" had obviously taken off with ideas and even names out of The Personal Journal. The criminals seemed to be doing this to hurt me, to anger me. . .obviously to intentionally make one of my fears come true. The way I learned about "Last Dollar" was by the words, "turn the radio one" echoing over and over again in my head. And when I turned the radio on. . .there it was - my song. "The Shack" crew had sent me taunting emails, which said, "You have to read this book. It puts it all in a much more positive light..."
In the aftermath of the Alstead flood, I used the rest of the money I had saved in order to survive and keep fixing my vehicles, which were all I had left. But in the spring of 2007 I borrowed money to escaped Clayton, New York and rented a small cabin on the coast of Maine where I focused on healing from Lupus and printed the first issue of "Sharon's Bud." I felt I did not have much longer to live and tried pouring my heart into a batch of writings for the rest humanity. I didn't do a very good job of it, but it was the best I could do at the time.
I continued perceiving the milder microwave attacks as "Lupus Flares" and continued to feel sick, although the move from Clayton and change in diet...etc., had helped a lot.
In 2008, while I was producing the second issue of "Sharon's Bud," my youngest daughter was attacked. Her experience sounded the same as what Targeted Individuals go through with V2K attacks. My daughter had been and still is a good healthy person and this was not normal for her. This was an isolated experience, which terrified her and made her feel so ashamed that she made me promise not to tell anyone, but I am telling it for the sake of her own future safety. . .and that of all of humanity. (It is the secrecy around these criminal attacks, which enable them to continue.) In that same year she also suddenly woke with bruises in the shape of finger prints on the inner part of her upper arm. I believe she was drugged and raped. She is a girl who has a 'movie star' sort of beauty.
Also in 2008 I sent a letter to my aunt, who was a Canadian Nun (I was wanting to go see her about this targeting stuff) and after a month of no response, I find out (through the internet) that she has suddenly died right around the time when she'd have gotten my letter. I now hear that she "had been sick anyway," but have learned that this merely makes a murder less believable and the perpetrators often use that angle. This sort of thing also happened in 2006, when I was about to go see my Aunt Francis. She suddenly died before I could get to her. This also reminds me that, in 2001, when I was about to purchase land from, and go live near, Jim...he suddenly died of a heart attack. (Jim had my heart, although I was reluctant to leap into a relationship after my experiences with Myrl.) Not fully taking his open hand was one of my deepest regrets, although I now believe that his sudden death was because of our connection.
There are several times when I had been drugged and do not know what happened to me. I am certain that I was drugged and raped while working for Central Refrigerated. The large trucking companies seem to be crawling with perpetrators who are involved in this - perhaps because of military involvement! I believe that many military personnel are victims of complete mind control and have become perpetrators.
Many of the vehicles that stalk me have veteran license plates - especially the more aggressive ones. One of them actually shot something into my tire on a highway. . .forcing me off the road. Batteries in my vehicles are often suddenly drained, somehow. They have repeatedly tried to run me off the road. My phone has sometimes been disabled before they surround me. One of them recently pulled up next to me and yelled, "You know what is going to happen if you don't STAND DOWN!" And the list goes on. . .
On December 24 or 25, 2009 I ended up in the Portsmouth, NH emergency room with symptoms that mimicked a mild case of anthrax exposure. This suddenly started when I breathed in something that was placed in my room at a rooming house, in York Maine where two military boys had moved in directly after I had.
The hospital refused to run tests or help me. I remained in a lot of pain and having a hard time breathing and was suddenly coughing up huge globs of mucus that had little back dots in it. This was not normal! I had not had a cold or been ill prior to this attack. I tried calling several different places for help. But ironically, someone else in the same area had an anthrax exposure, directly after this happened to me (supposedly from a raw hide drum) and officials would not listen to me, because they were suddenly flooded with phone calls - an anthrax scare. (I believe these criminals are good at using distractions to hide their criminal activities.) These sorts of things have also happened with some police departments. When I go to report something, the department I am heading for, is suddenly flooded with other calls and can not help me. . .and then the attacks against me get even worse.
In Feb of 2010 I was living in my car and writing "Out of the Dark"/"Into the Light" while being constantly harassed by organized stalkers. In this book I tried and failed to figure out who was targeting me. . .who was paying these people to come after me. I had not yet fully understood what was happening.
In 2010 and 2011 I resurrected "Sharon's Bud" into two issues of "The Heart Bud" publication. . .against unbelievable odds. Through this process I was hit with one obstacle after another. . .and at least THREE of my largest sponsors suddenly had disasters happen to them within a couple weeks of its first printing. One was held at knife point in a robbery. One had water pipes suddenly burst above his shop. And one was suddenly hit with unusual physical injuries. You can call this a "coincidence" but I feel certain that its not.
Can you imagine what it feels like to know that if I do the work I was born to do people who support me will be harmed, tortured, or attacked? And these criminals tell me its my fault - that if I write the harm they do is my fault. But in my heart I know that if I don't continue with my work they will still be harming and destroying people. So I try to continue, but its hard - they interfere with (even often alter) my writings.
In the spring of 2011, I was yanked off the floor in a department store and rushed to the hospital, due to a sudden attack of severe vomiting, inability to see properly or stand up or walk. At first I had assumed it was from the water I drank just before this event. But I now feel that it was probably due to a remote electronic attack to my brain. People at the hospital assumed it was inner ear problem although tests proved to be negative.
Summer of 2011: I had begun sharing some of my experiences with John Dedakis - a CNN news writer. . .and then suddenly his son, Stephen was found dead. Another "coincidence" or another distraction from the public finding out about this? I believe it was murder, because I'd had a dream which forewarned that "someone who is close to someone I know is going to die." But I have no way of proving it, like most other things. The criminals who target me/us work with a stealth that is difficult to expose.
In August, 2011 I was roped in by a "Private Investigator" woman who offered to help me, but ended up being a perpetrator who lured me to her home, set off gun shots in the middle of the night and then tried to convince me that it was David .Z. She'd told me that all the stalking and terror in my life would end if "we eliminate David...". My response was shock. And she persisted, "If you can't do it, I'll do it for you. I became a Private Investigator so I could take out these guys and beat them at their own game. Don't you want this to end? Don't you want it over? Don't you...etc?" She drilled me for a long time, trying to convince me that all my troubles would be over if David is "done in" or "eliminated."
This is when I first began finding out the deeper truths about the whole "Targeted Individual" process and that I had already been a victim of it for a very long time without realizing the full scope of it. She'd actually shown me some of it, because she seemed convinced that I'd wanted the targeting to end enough to turn violent and join them. This seemed to be her aim as she also pushed me to stay with her "for at least a year."
Since I raced away and reported her to the police, I have been through literal hell, with constant around the clock satanic forms of gang stalking, threats, being drugged, being shot with lasers...etc. There even seems to have been a few attempts to abduct me, on top of trying to kill me in ways that would appear like an accident.
Police did nothing to help me. Loudon police did not even file a report on this incident, which started in their town. A Milford, NH police officer proved to be a criminal - instead of helping me he terrorized me even further, literally. Other police departments gave me such a runaround that it was obvious they were not going to do anything to help me.
In the Fall of 2011 I aimed to pull myself back on my feet, financially, so that I could continue with my writings. I had just gotten a driving job and had expressed to someone that I was going to fix my RV as soon as I got enough money saved. (The electrical system, brakes and motor had all been destroyed, within a couple days, in 2009.) Within a couple weeks, I got a call from a police officer, who informed me that my RV had just been vandalized. Then my job was sabotaged and it appeared that the company I worked for - CR England finished crushing it, because they were afraid of my starting a law suit, due to their violent trainer who threatened to come at me with a knife...etc., just prior to my calling the police. . .who of course could not do anything.
I feel that the only reason I am still alive is because I've kept on the move or have been sleeping and living in my vehicle under Walmart and bank surveillance cameras as much as possible. And because God seems to be taking care of me in little ways that are even shocking me.
I feel that every person, whom I've gotten close to since 2001, quickly became a victim of remote mind control, especially the family members whom I had been closest to, even though they are not aware of it. This has become VERY evident in their uncharacteristically cruel behaviors toward me. They are decent people who would be here for me if they were not being heavily influenced to do otherwise. I am sure of this! I continue finding forgiveness for their inability to stand with me in this brutal fight, because they are victims also.
Recently I had tried to re-connect to some of my old friends (the ones who were real) and have been shocked to find that they have been severely targeted without even being aware of it. One has completely lost her memory and thinks she must have "fallen and hit her head" and has spent years trying to regain some sense of control over her brain. My closest friend had lost her memory of me and has an aneurysm. . .and her whole family had been hit with death and heart attack...etc., in 2005, when she tried to re-connect with me.
Another friend knew we were being targeted, but also thought it was being done via spiritual channels and by the man whom we were both associated with at the Concord, NH Yoga Center. She demonstrated unusual levels of anxiety at the mere mentioning if his name...etc. This man is definitely a high level perpetrator in this holocaust. . .and his family is associated with President Clinton. (He's the one who had lured me to Alexandria Bay, NY in 2006, where I nearly died.)
Another friend who had been a vibrant reiki practitioner is suddenly in a wheel chair and seems to not be the same person she used to be. Most of my old friends will not even answer my phone calls, although nothing had ever happened between us to justify this. I'd thought that most of us had just drifted apart as the rug got pulled out from underneath me over and over again. I am sure that if I wanted to do more digging there would be even more shocking finds. I'd had a lot of friends and acquaintances prior to being hit with the worst of this.
I recently remembered that my "Uncle Slim" was an agent in the FBI or CIA. His last name was Rowland and he lived in Atlantic Beach Florida. He was on the side of my family that was so severely against my mother's marriage to my father that it separated the whole family from them until my mother's death, at age 44. I hear that the CIA and FBI are heavily involved with this cruel technological experimentation on individuals and families. My mother was an immigrant from Canada.
My writings have been being tampered with - altered or erased since 2001. All of the accounts I open on the web to share my experiences, seem to be tampered with. . .as well as my phones.
I am still under surveillance by organized stalking groups and am being harmed (sometimes even tortured) with Remote Directed Energy Weapons. It also seems like I am periodically attacked with chemicals and drugs. Some bring on sudden light headedness and vision impairment and dry mouth. Some burn my lungs. Some create sudden burning rashes on my skin - like when something was put in my shoes. Sometimes something is done that makes me feel like my skin is being bitten by bugs, although there are no bugs - (This recently happened TWO TIMES, just after I got an email offering "remedies for bed bugs.") There are no bed bugs. But in the past I've had two homes repeatedly infested with unusual accumulations of fleas, which kept returning even after lethal exterminations. Another time something was put in my shampoo, which made my hair and skull feel. . .indescribably strange. Another time, lice were put in my shampoo. (Most of the parasite infestations were part of the tortures they put me through near Alexandria Bay, New York in the 2006/2007 winter.)
My writing business was forced into bankruptcy in 2007. Other jobs I try to get since then are quickly sabotaged one way or another. Each time I try to take off with a new publication I am hit hard by organized stalking groups and remote electronic attacks. I am surrounded by walls that seem impenetrable. The hell I have been through since the summer of 2011 alone is so horrible and so unbelievable that I do not want to go into the details. But I have learned that some of the gang stalking groups are purely satanic, that remote mind control can be quickly performed on anyone I try to go to for help. . .and that it is VERY difficult to keep hope and Faith alive, because there is not yet any evidence of this having an opportunity to come to an end and I am just barely surviving it at this point. I am now homeless and on those occasions when I do get a temporary place to stay it is quickly infiltrated and surrounded. Its like three full time jobs just to keep my food and water from being contaminated and keep myself from being abducted. I have remained a step ahead of these criminals most of the time, but not always. I have been hurt in ways that I don't want to talk about here. I have desperately needed help that has not been here for me. At this point, I feel like I am not going to make it. Every day I do my best, but at this point it feels like a down hill slide that is not going to end unless a miracle happens to end this. . .and even then my health is staggering to the point where I do not know if I will recover. And I can only pray that my writings will help others at some point in the future.
People are now saying that the capabilities of remote mind control with HAARP or satellites or whatever...did not exist until recently or are only "on the horizon" BUT THIS IS NOT TRUE! I am now finding evidence that validates my experiences - that these lethal technologies have been being used on an unsuspecting individuals, families and even whole communities since at least the 1960s. I had even read that Hitler was the first to use remote radio wave mind control techniques.
YES, some of my experiences may be "coincidence" but certainly not all of them.
If you are thinking I am insane, at this point, you should know that I have sometimes wished that were the Truth, because insanity would be a heck of lot easier to deal with than what I have to face, endure, experience and witness. But I am glad that I keep finding the strength to realize that I am not crazy. This has been one of my saving graces.
At this point I have already lost almost everything that is important to me. My life has already been mostly destroyed. It is not "courage" that drives my pen, it is anger at the injustice and cruelty toward myself, people whom I love and the rest of humanity.
There is so much more to this than I list here. My story is truly unbelievable. My fight to survive, on emotional, mental and physical levels, has been long and more difficult than most of us can imagine.
I didn't know I had so much inner strength. Each time I reach the end of my rope I somehow bounce back. My faith has carried me through a lot of it. But I don't know how much longer I can survive, which is partly why I am writing this. I hope it helps to validate at least one other Targeted Individual. . .and helps them to realize that they are not crazy - that. . .the only COMPLETE insanity in ALL our situations exists in the satanic Hitler's who perform such cruelty and in those who just let it happen and do nothing to stop it.
I think my most painful loss is that of my own children and the dreams I'd had of becoming a grandmother and being there for them in ways that my grandparents never could be for me. I now find myself praying that they do not bring another child into our targeted family, or into this troubled world, until after the Light shines away the darkness that has taken it over.
The fact that my children and I were not allowed to carry on with our lives, without deceitful, intrusive surveillance and criminal interference feels like a knife in my soul. ITS JUST TOO HORRIBLY WRONG! We had dreams and plans and things we needed to do with our lives. (I cry as I write this.)
I have been repeatedly threatened to stop writing or my children will be harmed. But I am still writing, because they've already severely hurt my children and I beyond description, and I feel, in my heart, that hope for the future can only exist if this horrible targeting and torturing of innocent people is completely exposed and stopped. I feel that the criminals will keep on killing and aiming to control unsuspecting people even if I stop speaking out so there is no point in stopping. Writing is my only hope. I just pray that people will find the heart and wisdom to look past whatever manipulations the perpetrators surround my writings with. . .and the mistakes that come from my own moments of confusion and overwhelm as I deal with this.
I wrote the following sarcastic song on 7/11/2011 as I cried and drove and sang while being stalked by military puppets - gang stalkers.
Insane
I pray for a world of peace
Love for those who are in need
No one left alone to bleed
I dream. I dream. I dream.
Must be because I am insane.
I see rich people filled with greed
Stealing from those who are in need -
Controlling this crumbling country.
I see. I see I see.
Must be because I am insane.
I see people fighting for their lives
Darkness turning day to night
People thinking its alright.
I cry. I cry. I cry.
Must be because I am insane.
Occults bleeding hearts and souls
Hiding things that we don't know
Evil aiming for control.
I know. I know. I know.
Must be because I am insane.
There are people trying to silence me
In a world that we think is free.
Things I wish I could not see.
I bleed. I bleed. I bleed.
Must be because I am insane.
I pray for a world of peace
Love for those who are in need
No one left alone to bleed
I dream. I dream. I dream.
Must be because I am insane.
The past couple decades of my life, especially since 2001, have been filled with a depth of difficulty that is nearly unbelievable. I've struggled to hold onto my Faith through invasions of my homes, vehicles, email accounts, phones, body, brain, computers...etc.; Through being targeted and ridiculed by ill intending members of the media: through being plagiarized, slandered, harassed, stalked and even forced to fight for my life on a few occasions: through sabotaged jobs and homelessness and sudden deaths of the only family members whom I could turn to for help...etc. Its taken a few divine interventions to keep me alive thus far. Through this turmoil my writings have veered into a fight for justice - a fight for my life and a fight to save humanity from this atrocity.
I've tried, more times than I can now count, to get other jobs, in order to support my writings. But they seem to be sabotaged almost as fast as I get them.
Before I realized that my jobs were being actively sabotaged I had foolishly thought that they were just not meant to be and that I needed to do my writings instead. But no matter what I do the "Organized Stalkers" zoom in to interfere or destroy it. I feel trapped in the destruction they create around me. I need a miracle. I really do.
Through the past few years I've been feeling too tired and overwhelmed to do a good job with my writings, while also struggling to navigate the obstacles and turmoil the perpetrators throw into my path, which has also left me completely homelessness and with health problems.
Is now seems ridiculous that, until the late 1990s I had not believed that evil really existed in our world? I was incredibly naive at forty years old and had to grow up fast. Sometimes I feel like a fool.
They say that God never deals us more than we can handle? I'm now feeling that this is not true. I can deal with the poverty I've been cast into. And I can deal with the losses and painful situations I've needed to heal from. I can deal with the deaths. But having to deal with people constantly stalking me, has proven to be too much for me to handle effectively. Its just been too much! I feel like I need at least a three year retreat in peaceful, safe solitude, in order to fully regain my balance, strength and health. But with no respite in sight I do my best to survive and continue my writings on the web and in news papers that I hope others can print and distribute. But I need help on every level, at this point. Through these years of hell I've often prayed,
Dear God
Yes. I hear the dreams you speak.
But I need more help.
I'm still weak.
Let me rest a while
Please
Inside the Love
You have for me.
Let me gain
The strength I need
To patch these holes
Where I still bleed.
P.S. In past years I had often avoided having to explain the confusing details of being targeted by summing it down into simple statements like, "I lost my home in a fire" or "My neighborhood got wiped out in a flood." Both the fire and flood were surrounded by extenuating circumstances that have felt too difficult to fully explain. People who did not know all the details, sometimes assumed that I was exaggerating. But the REAL Truth is that what happened to me was so much worse than just houses lost in a fire or a flood. If I had a choice between only losing homes or undergoing what I've had to endure I'd choose the loss of homes without hesitation. The rows of deaths, rapes, threats, stalkings and manipulations, electronic tortures and invasions into my body and properties and loved ones...have been indescribably worse than the loss of any physical property could possible even begin to be. Perhaps one day they'll See.
If people continue judging and wrongly labeling Primary Targeted Individuals, they will continue failing to SEE the Truths and failing to address the REAL issues and. . . ALL of humanity will suffer indescribably.
Financial help is deeply needed.
Please help me.
Sharon R. Poet
PO Box 383
Mont Vernon, NH 03057
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P.S. There are some events and names that I can not include due to my fear of more innocent people being targeted into silence.
The perps had surrounded me in this forum and convinced most of you that I am perp. . .this site is here for ALL of you. I'll fight until I'm through.
There is nothing else I can do
On this network they work through
God help all of you.
Me too.
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A new blog about Targeted Individuals
http://www.targeted11.blogspot.com
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http://www.heartbud.blogspot.com
I couldn't leave without first sharing my concern
for the genuine Targeted Individuals in this forum
I think that we, need to be more careful now than ever, because there seems to be a sudden big push for the criminals to silence those of us who know what is happening. My advise is to be VERY careful TIs about who you trust and especially about who has CONTROL of support groups. Make sure it is someone who has a long standing and good reputation as a Targeted Individual, because any others could be perps who can be VERY convincing as they lead you into more hell. (I was just able to avoid such a situation) PLEASE Listen to your Hearts above all else, no matter what kinds of red carpets are claimed to be laid out for you.
PLEASE TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELVES AND FULLY TRUST ONLY THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN PROVEN TRUSTWORTHY. My prayers are here for all of us. . .always.
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I'm feeling like I need to back out of this forum, for now. I want to thank those of you who have chatted with me, with genuine care - you have been a life line for me, during times when I had nothing else. I wish it were ALL so supportive.
My situation, right now is too fragile to open myself up to more discord in this place where I came looking for help and support. I can't handle anymore. I just can't right now. I've been at the end of my rope on literally every level and have come to the conclusion that it may be easier for me to deal with this alone by myself, instead of having to deal with slanders that other TIs believe and support against me. . .like this morning's episode. I had trusted enough, out of my own foolish desperation, to give my phone number to someone who'd offered "help" but has ended up slandering me here, because I did not feel comfortable racing off to meet him in the middle of the night... and because I'd needed time to let trust build before doing that.
I have been honest and genuine with everything I have shared here, but there is nothing I can do to prove that to any of you. I feel deeply hurt and feel like I really honestly can NOT take anymore. I can't. This morning was the last straw for me.
Farewell.
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Last night I "chatted" with someone here on Peace Pink. . .and, after hearing of my plight, he said, "Look for money in the wind." I laughed so hard I cried.
A couple hours later, I pulled into a parking lot with an almost empty tank of gas, and climbed into the back seat to pray myself to sleep.
After a night of perps blaring music next to me and banging car doors into my car, I woke around 5am, freezing and tired, to a man banging on my car window yelling, "THERE IS NO OVER NIGHT PARKING HERE! YOU HAVE TO LEAVE!"
As I rushed to scrape ice off the inside of my windshield, (There is no heater in my car), he returned to yell some more. So, I rolled down my window and firmly said, "Where are your manors? I am trying to clear my windshield so I can see to drive away." He left and then returned a few minutes later and said, "I'm sorry, I never know who I will run into out here." "You look like you could use some help," he said as he handed me $40.
Little miracles do happen!
I now have a full tank of gas in my car/home. Its not much but its more than I had yesterday. Trying to look on the bright side.
www.sharonpoet-ti.blogspot.com
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I am a 53 year old woman/writer who has been a targeted individual for over two decades and have undergone such unbelievable chains of gang stalking, electronic harrasments, sabotaged jobs and relationships...etc., that I don't know how I am surviving it.
I believe I must have at least two chips planted inside my body. One of which may have been inserted in 1985 or 1986 when I had two minor surgeries on my back.
My life turned upside down after the surgeries, beginning in small ways and then grew into larger ones.
I'd never had heart problems before, but suddenly my heart was often not beating normal and I felt unusually fatigued. My sister started behaving weirdly and my husband started treating me in ways that were not like him...etc. I divorced my husband and was forced to separate from my whole family of origin.
In 1995 my own government took my home and destroyed my business through their "rights of emanant domain" and never paid me for the business. This process was done with shocking cruelty and with threats to shove me into poverty if I spoke to the media...
In the late 1990s I was referred, by a "friend", to a dentist who suddenly cut an unnesessary deep gash into my upper gums. At the time I thought he was just psycho and never returned to him. But I now believe he may have installed a second chip.
After this I was targeted to the point that most of my pets either died or were suddenly missing, my daughter was suddenly hit with an unexplainable neurological problem effecting her speech...etc., my dear friend suddenly died of a heart attack, which I believe was not natural, and my house was burned down in a suspicious fire...etc. (Both of my children and every person I had been close to were also targets to some degree)
In the years following this I felt numb and weak and couldn't think straight....beyond what normal shock would induce. I traveled a lot.
In 2005, I stumbled back onto my feet with my writings and took off with a publication that focused on bringing more love into the world and helping people through tough times. . .and was again hit so hard that my own estranged sister was suddenly flying into rages - publicly declaring me insane and evil. . .my whole neighborhood was suddenly gone in a flash flood from a strange storm and a plugged culvert (four of my neighbors were killed!). . .and people were suddenly treating me rudely everywhere I went. Even my own children began turning against me.
Since then I have been receiving cryptic threats and repeated attempts to kill me in ways that would look like a natural death. (I nearly died in 2006 from the "Lupus", which I believe they were electronically inducing.)
Since last August, after reporting a couple gang stalkers who were actually plotting the murder of a man, whom they were trying to convince me was the one behind targeting me..., I have been through literal hell, with constant around the clock gang stalking, threats, being shot with lasers, almost constant high pitched satellite scans of my brain...etc. The only reason I am still here is because I've kept on the move and have been sleeping and living in my vehicle under wal-mart and bank surveillance cameras as much as possible.
There is so much more to this than I can list here. My story is truly unbelievable. My fight to survive has been long and more difficult than words can even begin to express.
Here is a very interesting site that also validates our experiences
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I rubbed my forehead this morning and some of my skin came off!
Going through another day of grieving the past, the present and even the future. Tears keep flowing into the helplessness that I feel. Part of me can't believe this is happening.
I remember the dreams I had of being with my children and becoming a grandmother. I had myself all set up - mortgage free in a nice country home and running my own business. . .and now I am about to lose my car - the only home I have left. Don't know what is going to happen next. I'm trying not to care, but I do.
I feel like I don't matter to anyone anymore.
I guess I don't.
www.sharonpoet-ti.blogspot.com
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Stalking Puppets
Copyright by Sharon R. Poet
Scrambling, little puppets line up in a row,
Stumble upon each other to get to where I go.
One cuts me off, while another repeats my song...
All foolishly think that I'm the one who's wrong.
Some are veterans, still caught up in a fight,
Controlled by those who intrude upon their plight.
Some are only citizens who choose to believe
Lies and rumors cast into them by thieves.
Some are just as evil as those who control -
