The Deep State Murdered My Mother Linda Goodmoney, attacked by a stroke inducing Directed Energy Weapon.
This is a story I did not want to have to write. On February 16th, 2017 at 7:30pm, my precious mother of 81 Ms. Linda Goodmoney, suffered a massive hemorrhagic stroke in her apartment sitting next to me on her couch. She missed her 82nd birthday by seventeen days. I miss her so much.
My mother was attacked inside of her apartment by a stroke inducing Directed Energy weapon, one that I suspect was fired from one of the neighboring apartments. She resided at The Casa Adobe Senior Apartments, 1924 Church Lane Apartment 305, in the city of San Pablo, California, 94806. The new manager of the apartment complex is Ms. Gabriella Caballero, a crass and heartless woman.
On February 15th, 2017 my mother was due for an annual Section 8 unit inspection which was performed in order to ensure that her unit was habitable and that the government wasn’t being defrauded. At Casa Adobe Senior Apartments as elsewhere, the apartment manager usually performed a pre-inspection of the unit to ensure that it would pass. The only problem was, my mom had been Gang Stalked by “Gas Lighting” (burglary) and had developed the psychosis of hoarding. In short, her place was a mess and she would not allow me to touch anything to help. When the burglaries first began she was frantic, I personally witnessed all of her possessions disappear. Her clothes, her towels, her sheets and even paper documents. Typical stuff for this type of harassment. In short, both my mother and I were Targeted Individuals and were being subjected to destruction. Poor Ma, she did the best she could.
Well, From the moment I had heard the new manager Gabriella Caballero speak I could tell she was an evil person. Most Targeted Individuals have some sort of ESP that allows them to see things otherwise not seen and I can usually tell when I’m in the presence of great evil. I will become very agitated for no obvious reason and may lash out, much like a threatened dog might who can’t discern it’s situation. I am the same and from the moment I heard this woman’s voice it rubbed me all kinds of wrong.
So, when new manager Gabriella Caballero came in to do her pre-inspection, I kind of freaked out. As a pre-emptive measure to take her attention off of my mothers hoarding, I pointed out that the building itself had code violations and that I knew how to access the citie’s building codes enforcement office. You see, every manager who had come in and complained about my mother’s hoarding invariably pointed out to her (in front of me) that she had a son who could help her clean up. Of course I had tried on many occasions but my mother would not let me help her. I pointed out to my mom that her place being in such a state was her “Achilles Heel” and that it was indefensible should they press the issue. So, I was simply trying to protect her with hollow threats about building codes. Little did I suspect that they would actually murder her to solve the problem.
That exchange between I and Ms. Caballero happened on February 15th, 2017, shortly before the Section 8 inspection later that day. When the Section 8 inspector showed up he went from room to room, asked if everything worked and left without saying whether my mom passed inspection or not. The next evening is when she had the stroke. When I spoke to Casa Adobe manager Ms. Gabriella Cabllero her demeanor was very flippant and irreverent. She told me that some “strange” lady who was a neighbor had wanted to go through my mothers belongings, and laughed about it. I took this to be a provocation and ignored her remark. On a successive conversation I asked her if she knew what Gang Stalking was and handed her one of my blog cards. She acted as though she misunderstood what I said by asking me, “You mean the man who is stalking you”? Sure enough, the next day I did spot a guy in a silver car surveilling me. A hitman I supposed.
I knew what had happened, of course I was filled with a flood of emotions. I cautioned Ms Caballero to mind her own health as these people of the Deep State often go behind me and commit crimes to make it look as though I were the perpetrator. She did not take me seriously. That would be all I need is to be falsely accused of harming someone however, it would be very standard procedure for them to do something like that, just read my blog of past framing attempts.
When I returned the keys and remote to manager Caballero, I did so with the San Pablo Police Department present on a “Civil Standby”. I did not want to be falsely accused of anything. I have no further access to the building. I have however, seen some of my mom’s former neighbors however, I will not speak to any of them. I have learned that once you talk to someone who knows or used to know you, you are giving that person control and authority over your narrative (story) should anything happen to you and you not be able to speak for yourself. As in dead. Many, many people in society are corrupted and work with the Deep State in many capacities. You never know who you are talking to nor what their motives might be. When you are a Targeted Individual, part of the plan is to isolate you and this is done rather effectively. You lose trust in almost everyone.
So, my precious mother has been murdered by these Satanic people and there isn’t much I can do about it except make sure the story is told. Should anything happen to me, I state emphatically that the best way that I can honor both God and my mother is to adhere to the teachings of Jesus Christ and to continue working in honor of them both, to educate, enlighten and save those that are lost. I in no wish to harm neither myself, nor anyone else. I’m just very sad that my mom is gone. She was a good person and did not deserve this.
Of course, there is much more to this story and I have both pictures and video of my mom on her way to eternity. She was cremated and I watched (attended) that as well, kissing her forehead before she was put into the flames. I have video of that too. She stuck with me all these years so it was the least I could do to see her to the end. That part of the cremation cost $330 extra which I gladly paid. Now, I ride around in what used to be her car with her ashes where she used to sit. I miss my mom so very much.
I’ve applied for a job with PeopleReady which used to be Labor Ready here in San Pablo, my only step left is the in person interview. I have no intentions of killing myself nor doing anything else against God’s will, I want to see my mom again and will not jeopardize that for anything. Now I know how father God felt when he had to watch his precious son Jesus being murdered. I guess we’ll have something in common now.
P.S. Just saw someone from way back in my past again, with a lot of soldier type looking dudes swarming around in cars with dealer plates on them, none of them new either. I’m being stalked and hunted but they need to get someone who used to know me to be seen talking to me, so that they can control the story after the murder or set up. AKA an informant.