Today is June 6th, 2017 @ 5:38 pm. I’m here in the All Star Hotel after an aborted attempt to travel over to the East Bay to take care of some personal business. Life is just one big test of endurance now. I mean, what can you really do when almost every other breath has you sucking in some myriad of noxious substances that appear out of thin air, either as a gas cloud or from within your nostrils. Just think about that for a moment, what if every other breath you took had you breathing in some irritating substance that caused you to immediately want to wash your face and mouth out followed by copious expectoration (spitting)? Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks a month etc., for three years? Oh, then there’s the extreme tinnitus caused by the toxins, along with esophageal burning, nausea or acid reflux, running nose and watering eyes. Non stop, for three years?
Then there’s the disruption to your sleep, effectively turning you into a zombie during the day because you wake up so many times through the night gagging. You miss critical dates and appointments because you’re sleep deprived, bad things start to happen. Things like not moving your car for street cleaning because you were catching up on sleep. Seventy one dollars gone for nothing. Or being late to an appointment because you were so deep in sleep you slept right through the alarm. Perhaps you didn’t even write it down because you were so groggy that you forgot. Sleeping through the day because just as you are about to doze off at night you get repeatedly blasted in the face by some noxious substance that either sickens you, makes your ears ring loudly (tinnitus) or irritates your skin and mucous membranes. Every day, non-stop, for three years.
Using Baby Oil by the pint to keep your skin and lips from cracking since almost every one of the many substances they blast in you face very effectively dries out your skin. Sometimes it even dries out your eyes causing what appears to be “Pink Eye”. Tissue and paper towel must be kept handy at all times, as well as a bottle of water with which to flush and irrigate with. You’ve long since abandoned any conscientiousness about how it looks as you stop in the middle of the sidewalk and loudly blow snot from each nostril and then proceed to flush with water followed by a coating of Baby Oil. People stare and make inquisitive comments like “what is that?” or, “he’s sick, something is wrong with him.” You don’t care, all you care about is getting whatever crap you were dosed with back out.
I can’t walk down the long halls of the All Star Hotel without running into some noxious cloud that makes me sick and irritates my the skin on my face. Entering or leaving my front door requires me to pass through another noxious gas cloud. The same for the kitchen or the bathroom, the stairs or the community room. My neighbors complain that I make the community TV room too cold because I open all the windows and sometimes augment the attempts to ventilate with a fan. I tell some of them what is happening but they just look at me with blank stares. Sometimes I use a plastic container lid as a shield held up in front of my nose and mouth while moving about throughout the hotel and it seems to help more often than not. Even while taking a shower, the gassing continues. Much easier to wash off there however.
This has been life for me every day now, for about three years. Sometimes it is better, sometimes worse but again I ask you, if this were you, what would you do?
As for me, I talk to the phantom perpetrators and describe what Hell will be like, once they get down there. I flip off no one in particular right after a heavy blast of poison. I also tell them (speaking to the air of course) that were they to accept Christ they could avoid being accountable for all this but, that I also think them too stupid to take him up on Salvation. All this and a few things more are really just acts of defiance and mental toughness to bolster my spirits and display to them that I will never capitulate. I will never stop advocating for what is right, never surrender to this torture, never do anything that they try to push me into doing. Of course it goes without saying that I will also never, ever blame God for my plight nor do anything contrary to his will. He is blameless and worthy only of thanks and praise.
Thank you father for allowing your precious son Jesus to be murdered for my sake. Thank you Jesus for going through the humiliation and disgrace so that I may have a chance at eternal life. Thank you father God for even giving me the knowledge of who you are, what you have done for me and that you love me in spite of being worthy of Hell. I cannot shout your praises loud enough nor would one lifetime suffice. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It is an honor and a privilege to be attacked by Satan and his children, some of whom aren’t even human. It is a privilege to come into the full knowledge of the war and to be promoted to the front lines. “Give all thanks and praise when they persecute you for my name’s sake”. Did you know that Jesus has kept his own scars from the time when he was crucified for the World? He still has to this day, bloody wounds in his feet and hands, his side where pierced by a spear, on his head where he was forced to wear a crown of thorns. He has chosen to keep them as glory to the Father for the work which he completed, we will all, both saved and damned, see them on the Day Of Judgement when he is seated on his thrown at the right hand of God The Father. Thank you so much Gang Stalkers, because I too will now have scars of my own that I can show to my Lord, scars acquired in his honor. What an honor and a privilege. You already have my forgiveness whenever you are ready to repent. “If you will not forgive others, I will not forgive you.” sayeth The Lord.
Yep, that’s how I’ve made it through this long suffering. I’ve been initiated into an elite class counting among it’s membership the likes of Job, Paul The Apostle, John The Baptist, Noah, Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego, King David, Ezekiel, Martin Luther, Dr. Martin Luther King and most of all, God himself, Jesus The Christ. “If you’ve seen me then you’ve seen the Father.” and “No man cometh to the Father but by Me.”
Of course, I’m just an amoebae in this pond of big fish but wow, at least I’m there and getting to see some of the things that they saw, learn some of the things they learned, do work for God in like manner as they did, with all gladness and suffering. I could not be happier, even though a little tired.
I still miss my Mom but am glad she is no longer in pain and with family gone on. She kept meaning to go back to Church and learn the Bible but now she has the face of God himself. Even though her death was very traumatic, I’m happy for her. Bye Ma, see you soon in God’s good time, I’ve still got work to do.
One encouraging thing was that I did get a chance to explain all this to some young people at my last job and to my surprise, they were very receptive and inquisitive. They are the future and are where the focus should be, it is only a young mind that has enough flexibility to set aside their programming to entertain new realities. It was very refreshing and encouraging to be around them and their exuberance for life. I like young folks and wish the best for them.
I also spoke with a woman who was somewhat familiar with Gang Stalking and had even watched one of my videos on my Youtube channel prior to meeting. She however, was more oriented to Islam and other Eastern religions. Although we both shared some similar experiences and held many beliefs in common, our differing theological convictions kept us from truly harmonizing. That disappointed me because I thought I had finally found a confidant, ain’t too many people you can have this talk with, ya know? I think she later got mad at me because I stole her thunder as the go to person for candy. She had become known as “The Candy Lady” for handing out both soft and hard candies. Then one day at lunch I just didn’t want my Hershey Chocolate Bar With Almonds (three of them) and decided to give them away. The next two days I did the same thing. I instantly became popular and had people sitting by me and talking to me, I think it made her mad. Anyway, c’est la vie…
Still trying to pick up the pieces after Ma. Just washed and conditioned the lock of hair I cut from her head while in the hospital, before she was cremated. That, a fingernail clipping, her phone, dentures and purse are all that I have left. I kept the clothes that she died in as well. I had to wash and condition the lock of hair because after three months in a Ziploc it had started growing black fungus or mold or something. My mom had a hard time washing her hair due to two rotator cup tears that left her arms almost useless, her hair had not been washed in a month. So, after gently washing with Dawn anti-bacterial dish washing soap and then liberally conditioning with a trial bottle of Pantene conditioner, I combed and rinsed it and have it hanging to dry. I will then re-bag it along with her fingernail clipping, all that I have left of her.