Rhyme Time: Stupid Gangstalker Tricks

  Let’s All Go Shopping with Gang Stalkers

by SceneNSantaCruz

*FYI:  DH= Dear Husband

My husband went shopping the other day.
As usual gangstalkers got in his way.
Harassment and stalking is what they do best.
If bystanders get tipped off, they fail the test.

Gangstalkers try to cause maximum stress;
they compete with other bullies, out to impress.
The only way to move up in the gangstalking scene,
is to prove you’re the best at being Nasty and Mean!

Some of you will raise shoulders and shrug:
“who would want to be a low-level thug?”
Not your dream when you started school?
It’s ideally suited for those who are cruel.

I’ve exaggerated here, but not by much…
just poetic license for a humorous touch.
The years of harassment in ways that seem dumb
is so relentless, you eventually grow numb.

It’s deliberately ridiculous, so when you point it out,
your story will likely be met with doubt.
But in harassment, it isn’t the parts, it’s the sum.
Gangstalking sucks, so let’s have a little fun!

So back to my husbands shopping trip that day:
they were impatient for to him to get underway.
They waited outside, circling the block,
revving their engines, they were eager to stalk!

When DH (dear husband) finally gets in the car and hits the road
they fall in behind, flashing signals in gangstalker code.
Then they all turn on headlights for the day time ride,
in a truly mockable display of gangstalker pride!

DH drove round the block, parked, came back in.
Now they were angry; and he wore a grin.
An hour later, when he really left for the store,
the stalkers weren’t as happy as they’d been before.

When he parks his car and heads for the front,
its time for a classic gangstalker stunt!
When pissed off, stalkers pull out all the stops,
you’re bound to see some theatrical props.

A few rush ahead to beat him to the door.
The objective: settle a gangstalker score!
They were only following him on foot and by car
how dare he make them feel like the idiots they are.

So up ahead several stalkers now form a que,
to get into a store that’s not special or new.
The blind woman who drove her car here today,
taps with her white cane, and begins the delay.

The next guy’s backpack hits the floor,
spilling its contents right in the door.
Each item’s thoroughly examined, then put away
as he blocks the doorway, for his extended stay.

Sadly, the next one seems touched a bit!
She’d go inside, if her cart would just fit!
Never mind the door’s twice as wide,
she’s punishing the walls on either side!

Five minutes later DH gets through the door,
the stalkers are inside, but he’s followed by more.
For a flash mob, a large group isn’t unusual at all.
A widely distributed text notifies, via broadcast call.

Some gangstalkers will be where you are, almost every time.
Others only come when it’s convenient or prime.
They don’t always know each other on sight,
but they all know HARASSMENT isn’t legal or right!

Inside the store, one group heads off to set the next delay;
the rest follow my DH too close, deliberately get in his way.
gangstalkers try to strike the balance between subtle and rude,
while my husband goes about his business, shopping for food.

The group parked at the end of the baking and cereal aisle,
has turned their carts sideways, gangstalker style.
Large glasses and hoodies cover each face.
When the aisle is impassable, everything’s in place.

When my husband arrives, it should look unplanned:
just unaware shoppers, searching for a favorite brand.
Their phones are on vibrate, so when they get the call
10 simultaneous messages, won’t make a sound at all.

Then they all get a text message as my husband draws near:
“He’s coming you guys, get your asses in gear!”
It’s all fun and games up to this point,
but it won’t take much to break up the joint.

So ’round to the head of the aisle he came,
an unwilling participant in today’ stalker game.
He sees them waiting down at the end,
pretending to be shoppers, trying to blend.

But hiding their faces while they linger and lurk,
doesn’t say “shopper”, like it screams “Stupid Jerk!”
They are newbies… strange, suspicious, and so “not-cool.”
Their asses missed some classes in Gangstalker School.

When he first sees them they’re all averting their eyes,
thanks to that heads up from one of their spies.
He watches them as they suddenly busy themselves
appearing fascinated with the goods on the shelves.

 

They plan not to not to notice him when he gets near.
When he says “excuse me” they’ll pretend they can’t hear!
They’ll draw it out just as long as they’re able
or until some innocent customer arrives at the table

A few minutes later, when they finally let him get by
out will snake a gangstalker foot, ever so sly.
My husband is well aware of the awaiting score
we’ve both been through this many times before.

My husband looks at the trap that they’ve laid
someone didn’t get how the hand should be played
Those rookies are trapped between him and their carts,
in a clear display of missing tactical smarts.

DH took a deep breath, there was a tangible pause.
He wondered how dedicated they were to the cause.
What will they sacrifice to be a gangstalking star?
Then he speaks to them slowly, like the fools they are:

“I’m giving you a chance to get this right,
by the time I get down there you better be out of sight!
now get the damn shopping carts out of my way
Or… you can leave them there, and make my day!”

Suddenly my husband hunkers down low,
shopping cart in front, ready to go.
He’d filled it with canned goods for added weight,
and before they knew it, he was out of the gate!

He headed toward them picking of speed.
They moved surprisingly quickly, spurred on by need!
They could hardly forfeit this game fast enough!
They liked to play, but they hated it rough!

“Coming through!” The last warning was loud…
and the shopping cart, like a missile, parts the crowd!
They cleared the aisle in the nick of time,
leaving no blood, just the usual trail of slime.

Since no gangstalker got hurt today,
they all live to stalk another day..
And that means DH will get another chance
to make some gangstalkers, really dance.

And gangstalker, you stupid fool
you really think what you do is cool?
You can’t possibly think you are making the world great…
by spreading lies and stirring up hate.

Your insincere displays of gangstalker pride
are usually accompanied by a face that you hide.
And dear gangstalker, what you seem to not even know
is that on any importance scale, you rank very low.

If your job description includes “harass and hound”
if you stalk, lurk and follow people around,
you are apparently only valuable enough
for unimportant, uninformed, busy work stuff!

It is painfully obvious that if you were smart,
you wouldn’t be dogging my shopping cart!!

Dear readers, this is what its like for us, every day
constant harassment, by people that don’t go away.
They converge on us, wherever we go,
they hide in plain sight, putting on a show.

Annoying people may seldom cross your path,
but for gangstalked victims, it defies random math.
If you don’t believe this, or have any doubt
I’ve got a link to help you out:

fightgangstalking.com is where you should go
to learn everything about gangstalking, you need to know.

SceneNSantaCruz

Law Enforcement Initiated Gang Stalking

The article below was published on  Free Press Houston. I included the entire text in this post, but you can find the original here:  Gang-Stalking-Government- Style

What you are about to read describes a Gangstalking Campaign initiated by the Houston Police Officer’s Union in response to an inflammatory remark made by an individual on his Facebook page. Tasteless or not, last time I checked inflammatory remarks were protected by the US constitution.

I do think this particular Harassment Campaign was less organized and systematic than the typical Gang Stalking Campaign (such as the one experienced by most victims of this nasty crime, myself included)  Nevertheless, the results of actions taken by the Police Union, in this case were certainly forseeable. I believe they knew exactly what was going to happen to Evan Carroll when they posted his name and address, phone number and employer information on their Facebook page. They KNOWINGLY set a mob of law enforcement affiliated individuals in motion, INTENDING for them to dish out vigilante justice on someone who had offended them with a tasteless remark.

I would also like to suggest that their response was an immediate reaction to feeling provoked. Those of us who haven’t offended them in such an emotionally charged way (but offended them nonetheless) get the slow methodical programmed type of vigilante justice that has the ability to fly under the radar.  That would be:  the oh so carefully planned and thought-out gangstalking campaign, which affords the perpetrators plausible deniablility, and the victims completely unwarranted skepticism.  (If you missed my personal story of how I offended  the California Highway Patrol, — by exercising my legal rights effectively– , you can find it here:  California Highway Patrol:  Above the Law }

Can anyone read this article and not think the police are absolutely aware of gangstalking, despite public denials, and the skepticism with which they treat victims reporting the crime?  Everything I write,  is to convince skeptics that when victims say they are being harassed by multiple strangers, … your skepticism is uninformed and close minded.  Read the article below and see if you can honestly claim that strangers would never participate in a mob-like harassment of an individual they did not know personally.  It happens, and has happened throughout history.

When it comes to gangstalking, this article makes clear that not only is law enforcement fully aware of gangstalking crimes, they participate in it, and sometimes (even at the local level) initiate it.

See what you think….

 

Houston FreePress

December 27, 2014

GANG STALKING, GOVERNMENT STYLE

By Remington Alessi

“I’m just another white guy who wrote something people didn’t like online,” Evan Carroll sighs as he sinks into his armchair.

This all began when the Houston Police Officer’s Union posted Carroll’s home address, phone number, and employment information on their official Facebook page, accompanied with the caption, “For all of our Kingwood officers, apparently this person is extremely anti-police.”

Visibly tired, he has already turned away countless reporters, curious neighbors, and food delivery people, the latter of whom have been sent as part of childish pranks by an army of anonymous gang stalkers, many of whom are members of local law enforcement agencies. Police and civilians alike have driven by, leering at the front of Carroll’s residence; a random person tore up his parents’ yard; threatening phone calls have come in as often as four times per minute, and countless complaints have been filed against his real estate license with every professional agency available. This is gang stalking taken to an entirely new level.

Though Facebook eventually removed the post, it was too late for the Internet to forget. A virtual invitation to gang stalk Carroll rippled through right wing channels on the internet, being shared tens of thousands of times across law enforcement pages, with a local FOX affiliate even airing his phone number on the evening news. A photo below has been edited to exclude Carroll’s personal information, but the edits are mine, and were not done by the local news team.

At time of writing, neither the Houston Police Officers’ Union nor the Houston Police Department would respond for comment. One might wonder if there was a staff shortage due to members of both organizations taking time off in order to engage in gang stalking, as appears to be the case.

One might naturally wonder what Carroll could have said to set off this kind of reaction. On his own personal Facebook page, Carroll typed, “2 down, 49,000 to go. Not ‘an execution’ just a minor insurrection and a bit of humble revenge,” in response to the shooting deaths of two NYPD officers. Inflammatory as this may be, it could be interpreted as a less poetic way of conveying author Tim Wise’s sentiments on the matter: “If you treat communities like you are an occupying army don’t be surprised when folks assume you have declared war on them. And then don’t be shocked when some decide to declare war back.”

As so often is the case, this incident will most likely be used as a pretext to tighten security or otherwise add to the mission creep of the various government agencies assigned the task of protecting the shit out of us from behind every mailbox. It may be easy, at this point, to take the propaganda bait and blame the man engaging in political speech, as is so often the case. Certainly corporate media will even encourage you to do so. However, it is important to not shift the moral burden away from the army of oppressors who seek to control this country with violence and threats, because they are, as Dr. King once said, “the greatest purveyors of violence in the world today,” both then and now.

In the world of Facebook, all it took was some viral sharing by a few incensed individuals for the entire post to snowball, sparking a mob mentality and becoming a rallying cry for police from Houston all the way to New York to begin threatening to murder Carroll. Judging from the backlash Carroll has received, the participants closely resemble the police he opposes; hiding behind a lack of accountability, their responses are cowardly, crude, and childish, but they ultimately are the dying gasps of an army that has lost its legitimacy.

Gangstalkers Are NOT Invisible!!

I don’t need to convince other victims of Gangstalking that my husband and I are stalked everywhere we go, harassed daily by numerous complete strangers or that we are under surveillance 24/7. Other victims already know all about it. We see things that other people don’t.

Raising awareness about gangstalking means helping the unaware public to see what it is, that victims see. If anyone but the targeted victim can see the harassment, gangstalking loses a lot of its power. Seeing is believing, or so the saying goes.  The reverse of that is also true.  This means people tend to resist believing in what they don’t see. The problem with this is, you look with your eyes, but you see with your brain.  Just because you don’t see my Gangstalkers harassing me right in front of you, doesn’t mean you can’t!

 

Everybody can be trained to pay attention and be more observant. That said, perception is a funny thing.   Our eyes take in vast amounts of information. The brain filters, and processes all those visual cues, as well as input from our other sensory organs.   Our amazing brains, instantaneously, sift, sort, compare, compartmentalize, organize, and prioritize those sensory cues to make sense of the world around us, orienting us in our physical space and determining appropriate responses to the current environment.  Much of this is hardwired, such as the tendency for the brain to try to find patterns in those visual cues.   Presumably the ability  to pick out a predator, camouflaged against a backdrop of jungle foliage, was a beneficial skill for our ancestors to have.   It could mean the difference between having dinner and being dinner.

If the brain perceives a threat in the proximal environment, it understandably, gives it top priority.  Sensory cues determined by the brain to be high priority, get our attention.  It is the high priority cues that become conscious thoughts; those conscious thoughts get stored in short-term memory.   Top priority events also become conscious thoughts, but they get stored in long-term memory.  This explains why unimportant or trivial events are soon forgotten, while significant events  are  retained for life.

 

What we actually see is heavily influenced by the sum of our personal experiences. How well we pay attention, and what it is that we pay attention to, are skills, and, as such, they improve with practice.   Take a minute and look at the video below.

You are asked to do a simple task: Count how many times a ball is passed back and forth, between players. Despite the fact that every pass is done right in front of you, where you can see it, people often don’t get the answer right,  because it requires undivided attention – something modern multitaskers don’t do enough of.

Turn on the volume so you can hear the instructions. Be sure to remember your score when you finish watching. 

 

 

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I have an analogy to explain why two people in the same environment might not see the same thing :

Two women spend the day together at a small, but busy, public beach.
At the end of the day each woman is asked to discuss the dogs they saw during the 6 hours they spent at the beach.

The first woman has cats. She loves her cats but doesn’t have much use for dogs. She doesn’t dislike dogs but she didn’t grow up with dogs and she lives in an apartment where they aren’t allowed. Her sister’s boyfriend has a dog, but she doesn’t see it often;  that’s really the only dog she knows. When it comes to dogs, she is indifferent.

The second woman was savagely bit by a neighbor’s dog when she was five and she still has the physical scars.  She doesn’t have a dog, she is afraid of them. She knows lots of people who have dogs, but she doesn’t visit them; she wouldnt:  they have dogs.  Her entire life she has had dog lovers trying to convince her that she has nothing to fear from dogs. They go on ad nauseum about their precious pooches, showing her pictures, like they were children, or even worse, begging her to pet them or interact with them. She is definitely not indifferent to dogs.

There were 24 dogs at the off leash beach, during the six hours the women spent there. When asked to discuss the dogs they saw that day, as you might imagine, the woman give very different answers.

The first woman said she saw dogs at the beach but she can’t really remember how many or what kind. She hardly noticed them. But she does remember there was one dog that ran past their blanket, chasing after a stick. She remembers it was big but she doesn’t remember much about how it looked. What she does remember is that the guy throwing the stick was really good-looking.

The second woman not only remembers the dogs, she can describe most of them. Surprisingly, she knows the breeds of several of them. She can tell you which ones were on leash,  because, she says they were running wild.   She can describe almost all of them,  right down to their sizes and whether they obeyed their respective owners, or not. She formed opinions  about what she perceived to be the temperaments of some of the doges.    Additionally she, could practically map out  the particular spot where the dogs and their owners had set up for the day, relative to their own spot on the sand. She says there were dogs running loose, fighting with each other,  not obeying their owners and completely out of control, and that it went on  all day long.   She adds that because of the “dog problem”, she’ll never go back to that particular beach again.

There is no doubt that the same dogs and the same women were all on the beach at the same time.  But what they actually saw at the beach that day is so dissimilar that it is hard to believe they were together.

They both had the same sensory input, but they perceived it quite differently. The brain will always give priority to a perceived, implied or potential threat. Gangstalking is just such a threat. For the record, viscous dogs have far better manners than gang stalkers.  A dog does not attack out of malice.

Gangstalkers, on the other hand conspire, premeditate and proceed with an intent to harm another person.  There is nothing innocent or excusable about the crime of gangstalking OR the people who take part in it.

 

Before a victim is aware of any gangstalking activity, these criminals have  already been covertly stalking, observing, and collecting publicly and privately available data about their target.  They’ve already invaded their victims privacy, using available technology, regardless whether it is legal or not.

It is only after this phase that they unleash the hounds. or dupes. or rank and file gangstakers,. or cult followers, or brainwashed devotees, or hash house harassers…. or what ever you want to call  people who will leap from the toilet at a moments notice if you suddenly leave your house, so they can stalk you.  (That thought alone, is one of the things that makes it so satisfying to take a leisurely trip, by car around the block, one time, before going back inside.) Remember, its not the smart ones who are actually doing the following and harassing.
During the reconnaissance phase, I went about my business just like every other unaware person out there. I don’t doubt that they were there, I just didn’t see them.  During this covert phase they are figuring out what your personal triggers are. What is it that bugs you? Is it traffic? Is it waiting in line? Is it rude people? Is it a particular stereo type…. homeless people, people from a particular ethnic group, gays, bible thumpers, bad parents, screaming children, polititians, people who leave trash in your yard? What ever it is, that personally irritates you is fair game. The harassment is personalized and tailored to play out in a public setting where only the players know who the actors are OR even that there are actors.

Then they start to pester you; if something doesn’t get your attention, they move on to the next offensive behavior on the list. The gangstalkers in the field pass on what they learn (i.e. what works on you) and they adapt, until they have your undivided attention. There is no shortage of the rude behaviors that multiple minds on a mission to annoy, can come up with.

When you first realize people are deliberately harassing you it is upsetting and unnerving. Just like the woman bitten by the dog, Gangstalkers get your attention because they are hostile, and they are a threat. If I didn’t notice them, my brain would not doing the job of prioritizing threats and making me acutely aware of their presence, despite all the other sensory stimuli my eyes and ears are taking in. Retail stores are filled with sites, colors, sounds; every product is placed to attract your attention. The unaware person is like the first girl on the beach. The victim is like the second girl at the beach.  But the perceived threat is much more real when it deliberately seeks you out.  Unlike the gangstalkers, the dogs were not at the beach BECAUSE the woman was there.  Gangstalkers, on the other hand are at the same place you are, BECAUSE you are there.  Planning and Intent raise the stakes and increase the threat.  And what threatens us, gets our attention.

Are gang stalkers  a real threat or just perceived as one? Put it this way, when you are stalked or harassed it gets your attention, and it makes you notice things you would have overlooked in the past.  Hyper-vigilance is a hard wired survival response when threatened. Gang Stalking is no joke.

Fact based evidence, proving a Gangstalking Program is ongoing and currently active can be found at the appropriately named, gangstalkingismurder.com  The site is extremely well documented with affidavits, government responses to FOIA requests, and main stream news reports on the topic.

Gangstalking really is murder…. I’d say that’s a threat.  I will explain why I think that this is fair and appropriate assessment of actual intent behind gangstalking in another post.

The purpose of today’s post was to convince you that you do not see EVERYTHING that goes on around you. Hopefully I’ve done that… but my ultimate goal is to open eyes. I want the unaware public to see what actually goes on around me and other victims of Gangstalking.

Gangstalking: The Distraction of “Busy Work”

 

I know a lot of people do not believe that a large group of people would stalk someone. Do you think that before World War  Two, ANY Germans, Jews, Americans, or other Europeans would have believed that a large group of people (Educated people, Civilized People) would use their intelligence to mechanically plan, design and carry out mass exterminations of other human beings living among them? Killing the largest amount of people  in the most efficient way, was treated like a manufacturing problem, with solutions devised accordingly.  It boggles the mind…. the kinds of things that humans will overlook, participate in or promote. Don’t believe it? Check out this episode of What Would You Do? where seemingly average people shopping willingly become accomplishes to crimes from stealing a wallet,  to kidnapping a baby. The reason? A complete stranger with a fake badge approached them, telling a lie and asking for their help.  That’s all it took for almost everyone approached to become an accessory to criminal acts.  Are you the type to obey an authority figure… even when they ask you to break the law?

No truly evil conspiracy starts out in the open where everyone can see and weigh in on it. Hitler would have never come to power if he had announced his intentions early on. Hitlers rise to power was insidious. Gangstalking is Insidious. It is like a creepy, invasive, persistent evil that is palpable. It happens when something is pushing into your life and with it comes a sense of dread and trepidation about things to come. Insidious is described perfectly in an essay written by an Austrian woman about Hitler’s takeover of Austria. It is a perfect description of how quickly something evil and insidious can take hold right in front of people who either can’t see it or refuse to. You may read some things discrediting the essay, saying it is not factually accurate or politically motivated. There may be some truth to that, but by and large, it explains exactly how Hitler took Austria without firing a shot — which nobody disputes. It describes the effectiveness of Propaganda and Economic Crisis in gaining acceptance for otherwise unacceptable policy changes. Our own War on Terror is a perfect example of how change happens and the unacceptable becomes acceptable.

There is a new book out called Shadow Government. Read this interview with the author to get a feel for the way our Government is morphing into something the majority of its citizens neither want nor will ultimately recognize. The author expresses a real concern that if people do not pay attention and mobilize against it…. it may soon be too late. Distraction is one of many tools that effectively keeps a population in passive acceptance of government overreach.

Gangstalking is a great tool for distraction. It’s busy work for people who have been duped into thinking they are playing an important role.  They’ve been made to feel important, sworn to secrecy, given special perks or consideration and they have bought into it with a vengeance. Many of them really think they are secret agents working on behalf of a shadow government. They believe they are making an important difference. The illusion of being important is what keeps them busy. Busy is shopping in stores that have nothing they want to buy. Busy is waiting around for a victim to leave the house, finish shopping, finish anything…..so they can follow.  Busy is a coordinating a show of force with a headlight line up. (By the way… that is one of the things that makes targets laugh at gangstalkers ; it certainly looks like irrefutable evidence that they must be more than a couple beers short of a six-pack. )  For keeping people distracted from what’s important…. the gangstalking tool is an excellent choice. It also has the advantage of wreaking havoc on the lives of a  few, which in some cases is, no doubt, useful.   This might also explain random targets. You can’t keep Gangstalkers busy if they don’t have someone to stalk. Most victims of gangstalking have come to realize that the numbers tell the real story. This is more about the large population of gangstalkers than it is a about the relatively small number of targets.

Gang Stalking takes place in the shadows. People often ask who would waste their time gangstalking? A better question would be who would benefit by keeping people chasing their tails? Who benefits from distraction, especially distraction on a large scale?

Did any targets go as a Trojan Horse for Halloween?  It would have been a highly appropriate choice!

A quick word about Gangstalking related comments…

I have quickly realized that I cannot possibly vouch for the credibility of the links you find in the comment area of my blog.   Some of the commenters have blogs with hundreds of posts, going back years.  Some mix up the topic of Gangstalking with theories I cannot possibly endorse. Some are disinformation sites.

My favorite comment was “Stop poking the bear. Instead pick up a 2’x4′ and beat the snot out of him. “ when I checked out the comment author’s blog,  I discovered three important  things:   He does indeed seem to be a real victim of Gang Stalking.  He is openly racist, and fanatical  in his hatred of Gays.

I do not want to endorse those beliefs, by directing traffic to his blog, however the fact that he is a real TI, creates a bit of a dilemma.

My personal philosophy is that everyone should be able to choose to live their life, as they wish, no matter what their race or religion, or sexual orientation,  without judgement or interference.   There are plenty of people who don’t agree.  Clearly gangstalkers  have  stripped us of the freedom to live our lives unharassed.   They are far worse than even this TI blogger, because they are acting on their hatred and ignorance, instead of merely voicing it.

This commenter has a right to voice his opinion.  I have the right to say I find it offensive.  We can all choose for ourselves what we wish to read, and what we choose to think.  But wouldn’t it be awful to not have a choice?  Wouldn’t it be awful to never even be exposed to opinions different from your own?    (We might all end up like the Stepford Gang Stalkers… conforming and going along with whatever the cult dictates, discouraged from questioning authority, and not free enough  to think for themselves.).

With that in mind, I am going  to do less moderation of the comments, which means more of them will be approved.   There are some gems mixed in with the disinformation.  I figure by reading the disinformation stuff, we get a glimpse  into the minds of  the people trying to oppress us.  You cannot write, without giving something of yourself away.   It is good to know what your enemy is thinking and saying.  Sometimes the topics avoided, are the biggest giveaway of all.

I cannot vouch for or verify the links you find in the Comment Section, that follows my posts.

If they do not  support my mission to get Credibility for targeted individuals, you can be sure I don’t endorse them and /or have not read the content.

I will at some point be posting a list e to sites and blogs I do recommend, that support my message.

thank you! SceneNSantaCruz

Part One: The Accident

Part 1: The Accident

One Break Down, One Bad Break,  One Mysterious Man bearing Booze, Two  Annoyed Paramedics,   One Eager CHP  Officer,  One  Good Break

July 4, 2007, County of Santa Cruz, CA

For years our neighborhood has had a reputation as the place to go berserk on the 4th of July. The fireworks (many of them, small sticks of dynamite) begin going off in earnest, a week in advance.  The holiday  itself, starts out fun, but eventually it starts to feel like a war zone. overlapping rockets, and explosions, coming from all directions, with no quiet time in between—and it literally goes on for hours and hours.  Every animal goes to ground, or runs terrified into the night, often to be mowed down by some inebriated (or not) party goer.  The house continues to shake and the windows continue to rattle for days after the big party has ended.  The neighborhood is tired of it. The police are tired of it.

The streets fill with people, and it is a complete madhouse. Every one should experience it at least once. It kind of reminds me of the spring break in Florida or boat parties that go on at the Delta (Sacramento River) where Jack Daniels (or a similar vendor) sets up a booth at one of the small islands. House boats and ski boats come from everywhere, lining the docks and dropping anchor. There is Loud Music, Wet T-Shirt Contests, Bawdy Games and Chugging Contests.

People have an absolute blast: bathing suits come off’; boat keys get lost; there’s always a few fights; inappropriate PDAs; people puke; someone always gets hurt; someone always leaves in handcuffs.

Everywhere you look there is something going on, and someone acting like an idiot. It’s crazy fun– but you wouldn’t want the party at your house. When you’ve had enough, you want to go home. It’s stops being fun, when 300 guests have over-stayed  their welcome. That is our neighborhood on the 4th of July.

The Santa Cruz Police Department has tried to contain it. They get a bit more restrictive each subsequent year, in their efforts to lock it down. That’s a tall order. This year they added big fines for anyone found in possession of fireworks (Safe and Sane, included). It seemed to be getting  better in recent years, until this year, when all hell broke loose right around the corner from us. A large tree and three cars went up in flames, neighboring houses  were evacuated.   And without missing a beat, the explosions continued, unabated, as throngs of people milled about, continuing to light fireworks in the street, in plain view of firefighters and police working the scene. Mayhem all around — again fairly normal for the 4th of July in our neighborhood.

In 2007 the police had the beach access blocked early in the day, with a rented chain link fence that ran from south of the San Lorenzo River to the Santa Cruz, Yacht harbor. Access to the beach was controlled  at several gates.  There, the police were diligently checking ice chests for alcohol, and bags, blankets, and portable BBQ’s for fireworks. (Smart and determined types bury the goodies in the sand ahead of time, for later retrieval.). Road access to the neighborhood is blocked off later in the day, but well before dark, via the feeder streets. Once the streets are blocked, you can only enter the neighborhood by car, if you are a resident. You have to show your driver’s license and answer a couple of questions from an officer at the check point to prove it. By 2007, we had lived here for years, and like other residents, were well aware of the road blocks.

If you go to a party somewhere else, and want to come home after, you better be sober or have a designated driver. If you knew you had to go through a checkpoint on the way home, would you risk a drunk driving arrest by drinking alcohol –in a state where one drink can put you over the limit, and a first offence costs an estimated $10,000?.—NO!.. well, neither would we.

My husband had to work the on the holiday in 2007. He had spent most of his spare time, in the week leading up to it, repairing his motorcycle. It had been down for a while, waiting for parts to arrive. He had just gotten everything back together fairly late on the evening of the 3rd.

When he got off work it was the first opportunity he had to take it out for a spin and see how it ran with the new parts. He changed his work clothes and left the house, promising me he would try to be back, before they blocked off the streets, to start the BBQ. I told him If he took too long, I was going to blend and drink the first batch of Margaritas without him.

He called an hour or so later to tell me the motorcycle had broken down on him. He was in a parking lot behind the Laundromat, in Aptos (a nearby town). He was waiting for his brother, to come with the truck. so he could haul the bike home. His brother, wasn’t happy about it, he was coming but  he said the soonest he could be there would be half an hour, if the traffic wasn’t too bad. (Summer beach traffic is bad enough but weekends and holidays can be a nightmare.)

My husband really doesn’t like asking for favors. He would not have called his brother (or anyone else) if he thought there was any chance of getting the bike started. But he’s a mechanic, he had a time to kill, while waiting, and this bike was his baby, so he continued to make adjustments and try to get it running, or at least figure out what the problem was.

The parking lot he was in is big and poorly maintained. It has broken asphalt and pot holes, truckloads of varying sizes of rock and gravel have been deposited on it over the years to make it passable. It is sparsely populated by a few businesses, that don’t use it for customer parking, because they back up to it. The parking lot has one place where there is a very short and slight incline.

My husband tinkered with the motorcycle, making several attempts to start it. After making an adjustment here or there, he would try to start it. He would run along side the bike, pushing it to try to get some speed going, until he reached the incline. At that point he would jump on the bike, pop the clutch, hoping it would kick in. He had already done this twice. without success.

This third time he tried it, approaching the incline, he tripped, slipping on the gravel, legs akimbo, he lost one the handlebars, the wheel turned in.  and the bike came down on him, gouging into his lower leg and snapping his tibia (shin bone.) near the ankle. It was a compound fracture, very jagged, leaving several bone fragments loose in the surrounding tissue

Though most of the near by businesses were closed for the holiday, the accident was witnessed by a couple of guys who were smoking outside the kitchen entrance to an old hotel.   Blood began spurting out of the wound immediately, but the smokers were too far away to see it. When my husband didn’t get up, one of the two guys, who been smoking came over to investigate. When the guy saw the hole in his leg and how much blood there was, he said  “oh my God, stay right there, I’ll get you an ambulance”.    My husband, not realizing how bad he was hurt, managed to sit up and , said “its alright, my brothers on his way”.  The guy said “Dude, you’re hurt bad.  I’m going to call an ambulance. — do you want me to bring you a towel and some ice?  How about something to drink?  You want me to bring you a shot of something?

And then my husband does something really stupid.. He says “yeah, sure.” That’s the turning point. This is where the CHP’s version of events and my husband’s part ways.

At this point I am sure you think it is pretty odd that a complete stranger would run to call 911 and then return with a glass of unknown liquor to give to an injured man, while he waits for an ambulance. Not only that, He did it twice.

My husband, injured or not was an idiot for accepting the booze. I do think he would have drank water, orange juice, coke or beer, if it had been handed to him. He  may even have been in shock.

If you are skeptical, that this is how it went down… you will be able to imagine how the CHP Officer, who arrived on the scene shortly after, felt about it. He didn’t believe it for a minute. He was an eager investigator and he just knew my husband was a lying, drunk motorcyclist. Perfectly understandable. It’s a fishy story… but I’ve gone into great detail laying the foundation out for you. If you don’t believe it now, you will by the end of an upcoming post, after I reiterate the testimony of the subpoenaed witnesses. It is almost like a “Perry Mason Moment”, only a lot funnier.

The officer had every right to doubt the story. Sounds pretty unlikely, right? It sounded strange even to me. Sure, some complete stranger appears out of nowhere and gives you shots right before the ambulance gets there?  You don’t know this guy? Are you sure? Why would he do that? He just happened to be carrying a bottle of hard liquor on him? 

It sounded unlikely to me, and I knew things the officer didn’t. I knew my husband worked all day, that he came home,  changed clothes and left, without having a drink. I knew he certainly sounded sober (and disappointed) an hour later when he called me about broken down bike.  I knew he was in the parking lot because he waiting to get his bike transported home.  He could not have been driving  (coasting maybe….) when  the  accident happened..  Still, the man with the booze was a pretty bizarre twist. (And you don’t know the half of it, yet and neither did we until a couple of months later).

Unaware of the accident, I was impatiantly waiting at home.

Meanwhile… back in the parking lot… it is chaotic. The paramedics arrive just before the CHP (5 minute ETA on the report). They are just beginning the initial assessment trying to get baseline readings and determine the extent of the injury. The (eager) CHP officer interrupts them several times, sticking his breathalyzer between them and their patient, cutting off their questions, with ones of his own,  trying to conduct a modified field sobriety test. The paramedics repeatedly ask the officer to step aside and let them do their job. The Officer thinks his business is more important than theirs and keeps getting in the way. My husband, probably reeking of booze, keeps insisting to the officer that he fell while pushing the bike. The officer keeps saying “come on, you can tell me the truth, we both know you were riding it”. My husband wants to show him that the bike won’t start, but he is incapable of doing so, and the officer isn’t interested anyway. He really isn’t interested in anything but an admission of guilt. After the second breathalyzer test, one of the Paramedics finally gets fed up and snaps at the officer to GET OUT OF THE Way!

It is, into this chaotic scene, that my husband’s brother pulls up in his truck. He is stunned to see his brother on a stretcher, about to be loaded into the ambulance.   And off to the side, mostly forgotten, the broken. troublesome, killer bike (with nothing but a scuff mark on it, ) is about to be rewarded for its treachery, with a vacation from the open road,  that will last for many months, while my husband heals from 2 surgeries and learns to live with one leg  shorter than the other.

It is here that we get our first break, (2nd, if you include the leg;)  Instead of being impounded, (as it surely would have been) the officer releases the ungrateful  bike to my brother-in-law. It rides home, in the back of his truck, just as it would have, had the accident never happened.

The timely arrival of my brother-in law, a few minutes after the ambulance and CHP officer arrived on scene, never would have happened if he had gotten the call to pick up the bike after the accident (when 911 was called). Holiday beach traffic was worse than expected and it took him longer than half and hour to get to Aptos.. (That’s why my husband rides a motorcycle) . The quick arrival of transport certainly supported my husband’s claim that he couldn’t have been riding the bike, because it was, in fact, not running and awaiting rescue, when the accident happened. I don’t really know if the Officer gave it any consideration at all,  He was happy to release it to my brother-in-law, (instead of waiting for the tow service) so he could follow the ambulance to the hospital and work on getting a confession out of my husband.

My husband pointed out the guy that gave him the drinks before the ambulance arrived saying ,  “Talk to him; he’ll tell you”  the Officer responded  “Oh believe me…, I plan to.”
At home, I was spitting mad.. My husband wasn’t answering his phone, neither was his brother. I had no idea there had been an accident.   I was DONE waiting. I hit the hot tub AND the margaritas at the same time.

I got the phone call around 8:15 pm. It was the CHP officer and he said there had been an accident.   He  wanted me to come to the hospital and pick my husband up. He said he also had a few questions for me. I told him the street was barricaded, I had drunk a couple margaritas in the hot tub and there was no way I could legally drive right then. He said “That’s all right, your husband’s brother is here. He’s going to give him a ride home”, leaving me to wonder why he called to tell me my husband needed a ride.

After he spoke to me, the Officer went back into the room where they were treating my husband, and said “Your wife says the two of you were drinking Margaritas in the hot tub.” I never told him that, but cops are allowed to lie to people they suspect of a crime, when they are trying to get a confession. Its lousy but it is legal. My husband knew it was a lie, because it never happened, and he told him so: “She did not say that. She sure wouldn’t make up some lie to try and get me IN trouble. If you really think that’s what she said, you better call her back, because you misunderstood her.”

Not too much later, my brother-in-law drives up, and together, we helped my husband into the house.

To be continued in Future Posts!

What does Gangstalking have to do with the California Highway Patrol?

DISCLAIMER ADDED:  MY BLOGS CONTAIN MY OPINIONS ONLY, WHEN I SAY I CAN NOT PROVE SOMETHING, YOU CAN ASSUME I AM STATING MY OPINION.  YOU, OF COURSE ARE WELCOME TO YOUR OWN  OPINIONS.

I can tell you, with confidence that I now know  WHY my husband and I have been relentlessly stalked and harassed for the past 4+ years. I also know WHO is behind it.

In 2009 my husband and I successfully sued the California Highway Patrol for a seemingly paltry sum of less than $500.00.  I knew that they were seriously pissed about it, but I could not have even imagined a program like gangstalking, or that an agency that upholds our laws, could endorse anything like it.  I cannot prove the CHP had anything to do with gangstalking– they are certainly not following us around.  Lackeys do that.  What I can tell you is that it fits the time line and it requires resources to keep this going.

Let me say right up front, I am nervous about discussing this. It is a story that needs to be told. In fact,  I have written about it in many places, all off-line, and shared it with a few select individuals over the years. I’ve wanted to share it, but I know it is not going to be appreciated by the very groups that have endorsed and participated in making my life hell for the last 4 years. (Again,  This is my opinion!)

I guess an escalation of the harassment or difficulty getting my message out there will serve as a confirmation of what I now know. If you believe in gut instinct, intuition or what ever you want to call it, you should know that even though I can’t prove it, I know with every fiber of my being that this is it…. this is the answer to the question that was so important for me to answer.

Many of you already know gangstalking is a government sponsored program. I will try and explain why it took me so long to believe that, given that I already knew what went on between us and the CHP. I don’t want you to think I’m stupid for not figuring it out sooner. The CHP was always one of my main suspects.   The other  possibility was, I suspect a  diversion — but it was a huge one.

I was also probably in denial, because I have always  loved my country. I felt privileged to be born in the United States. I will discuss all that some time down the road.

For now, it is sufficient to say, I feel Betrayed, completely and utterly Betrayed.

And as for the actual stalkers, well they are a diversion too!   The Hash House haraassers (multiple California clubs) continue to treat us like their pet project. The Santa Cruz Chapter operates like a cult, and, as is one of the hallmarks of a cult, they keep their members busy busy busy. They also actively recruit, trying to make stalking  a fun, bonding experience for the group, sucking in young families, and swallowing them whole. (They make them feel “oh so special” , and before long they are crossing moral boundaries and encouraging their children to do the same. It is scary to watch –the recruitersappear to be very good at it.)

The higher ranking hashers are great cheerleaders to get the crews doing what nobody would normally choose to do (sort of like “who wants to sell flowers on the street corner for the Moonies?, Who wants to wait on street corners in case the target turns left there?) The cheerleaders take the plum assignments (like following me out of town to a fancy Napa resort), while the low ranking members wait on the bridge to watch my my husband as he passes by, headed for home (same time every day- tell me that’s not BUSY WORK). The higher hashers are spending a fortune to harass us, so they must be well paid by Uncle Sam. They are not nice people.

If you live in California and you are being Gangstalked —  Check out the photos of your closest hash house harassers. The SF, Monterey, SC, San Diego, Santa Barbara and Long Beach Chapters all have web sites and faces I recognize.  Maybe you’ve seen a few of those faces in your rear view as well.

Even though I can offer no proof that the California Highway Patrol, set the gangstalking of my husband and I in motion, The story I am about to tell can be completely collaborated with accident reports, hospital records, Court documents, an Internal Affairs Investigation, etc.

The following agencys have at least some information about what transpired. Much of it, is probably public record.

CHP Satellite Office, Aptos, CA :(Patrol Division)

CHP Headquarters, Sacramento CA: (Legal Affairs, Risk Management, Internal Affairs, Accounts Payable, Accounts Receivable–Collections/Interceptions)

California Office of the Attorney General

California Franchise Tax Board

California Department of Motor Vehicles

Santa Cruz  Couty Court: Records Division

I’m not revealing our names –not yet, anyway…(and maybe not anybody elses either), but there are enough details that a good investigator shouldn’t have any trouble establishing that my story is true.

Because it is a long complicated story, and it took place over a couple years time, I’ve broken it down into parts and will do a post for each separate section.

Much of it is written already, but not blog ready. I do have a basic outline on how I plan to roll it out. Here is what you can expect:

1. The Accident, The Injury, and The Investigation
2. The Civil Hearing
3. The Criminal Case, and Rules of Court
4. Demands, Collections, and Interceptions
5. Hoops: Preparing To Sue a State Agency
6. Small Claims Court, and Judgement
7. Demands, Collections and Internal Affairs
8. Man Behind the curtain, and the Motion to Vacate
9. Small Claims Court
10. Collections, and another Interception

Stick with me, you are bound to learn things I wish I didn’t Know. I think you will find it all more than a little Disturbing!

 

Gangstalking Posts Generate Interest

 

I want to address all those people who have written comments, those who may do so in the future.  I am really happy to hear from you.  It means a lot to me.  Collectively, we have a lot of information.  We see our perpetrators every day.  We are paying attention and we are highly attuned to the way they operate.  Sharing that information can help other targets.  A little humor can give us a laugh and help us marginalize them for a change. I do have a couple hilarious tips, where, for at least occasionally, I’ve made their life worse than they were trying to make mine.  (to be shared in future posts). 

The comments, likes. re-posts, shares, and people who are now following  the blog (you physical followers…KMA!) are really encouraging. It helps me to feel like we are our own community and like maybe we have a fighting chance.  Our numbers may be small by comparision but judging by the comments, and my own personal feelings, our OUTRAGE is large.  That Passionate outrage we feel at being treated so terrible by our fellow humans, has been known to change the coarse of history.   We need to be angry.  Nobody has the right to do this to another human being.

Even though I didn’t do anything on this blog for 2 years. I continued to get readers and views and comments during that time. After I wrote the 2 years later post, I began moderating the comments that had piled up.  I still have 65 older comments to go through.

I am sure there are people out there, who are legitimately being gangstalked , who also happen to be crazy.  By and large, though, the targets of gangstalking are sane people, put under tremendous stress by the complete insanity around them. Credibility for all of us victims, and exposure for all of our gangstalkers is my goal. To that end, if your comments have anything fringe or crazy sounding, I’m not going to post them. 

If I think they have helpful content, with some fringe,  I may edit them.  You know how I feel about censuring and freedom of speech  (if not, read this post).  But in this case, my blog…my message.  If your comment does not further my goal of getting credibility for TiI’s among the uninformed public It’s not going to be made public.

 

Please don’t be offended. I might believe you are a real victim, but still feel that your story will be hard for the uninitiated to accept. If that is the case, your message was still be received and read with interest; it will just have a smaller audience.  It’s ok to discuss and comment outrageous things fringe theory, but for my blog, you have to do it in a way that I think comes across as credible if you want to read it later.

 

If you include a link with your comment, that’s great… I do check them out, prior to approving the comment. I don’t want to post links to web sites and blogs that further the interests of the people harassing me. We all know that a lot of comments are made by the very people that are gangstalking us. If you have any doubts about that, from day one, within hours of my first post, I’ve had a following. The only people who could have found my post that quickly, are the esteemed members of my own personal stalker fan club (I don’t take credit for the fan club term, but I like it –  I fist saw it when a woman, commenting  on gangstalking in the “experience project” said her and her daughter called their stalkers their “fan club”).

Gangstalkers were my first readers because, as we all know, they don’t miss a trick. But hey, even if you are a stalker, I’ll approve your comments, if…. they further my stated goals for this blog.

The comments that include links and have questions for me are going to take a little longer for me to moderate. Nothing is being discarded without careful consideration. If you asked where I got my info on a particular subject, I will answer you, as soon as I get through the quick decision comments.

If you ask me to keep your comment private, I fully intend to do that. I felt terrible when I saw that a comment was posted that I was specifically asked to keep private. I am so sorry that happened. I was certain that I had checked the unapproved box until  I saw it on the page. This was not intentional.  No doubt, caused by going through the back log of comments so quickly (some of them are even longer than my posts- I don’t mind long, though) The problem has now been corrected. Again, I am so sorry.

Justifiably Disturbed by Gang Stalking: Mission Statement

My goal in writing this blog is very specific: I want to garner support and credibility for gangstalking victims, among the unaware public.   Being a victim is bad enough, but having to first explain the crime, and then convince people that it really does happen, is particularly demoralizing. It is like being victimized again by those who would unquestionably support you, if you were the victim of almost any other crime.

If you are a Targeted Individual you already know plenty about skepticism.  Prior to being gangstalked, I can never remember having my credibility, or my version of events being questioned. I am a skeptic myself, but this  type of skepticism is something I was completely unfamiliar with.  I realize skepticism is a practical tool to facilitate the search for the truth. Truth is trump. Doubting that the holocaust ever happened doesn’t make you a healthy skeptic, it makes you uninformed or an idiot. I will consider it a victory when gang stalking awareness has achieved 3 things:

1. Gangstalking becomes a familiar mainstream term, that people equate to Organized Harassment.
2. The unaware public has become aware that it goes on and don’t doubt its veracity any more than they doubt that bullying or genocide are real.
3. Targeted Individuals are recognized as Victims.  Gangstalking is considered a serious, reprehensible crime, and perpetrators are criminals. responsible and held accountable for their behavior.  Victims will not need to convince anybody it happens; everyone will be familiar with it.

It was really shocking for me to realize that people, friends, family. neighbors, etc. were skeptical of my accounts of being followed and harassed by strangers.  All my years of being truthful and stable was not enough, to overcome the doubt that strangers would actually do this to someone they didn’t know.

As I said in an earlier entry, these strangers are exhibiting focussed hostile behavior towards you that is usually reserved for vendettas of a very personal nature. You lose support when you cannot come up with the answer to the question “WHY?” “Who would put this much effort into it?” The skepticism is understandable,  because it seems to defy logic. At first you can hardly believe it yourself. Your world is turned upside down and you feel disoriented, shocked even.  Realizing that everything is different then you thought it was  is easy to resist and hard to accept.

Early on, I remember reading information by other victims of gangstalking, and feeling skeptical about some of the experiences they  described. I was appalled that people were treating me with skepticism — but at the same time I was doubting what other victims (credible victims) were reporting. I remember reading Mark Rich’s “The Hidden Evil” on the web (before he had compiled it into a book). I never have doubted that he is a targeted Individual. Not then. Not Now. He is the real deal. But I was new to being gangstalked and I hadn’t experienced how pervasive it is–or how money (or lack of it) really is no object.
Mark Rich wrote of a trip that he took to visit someone (a sister, I think) in another state. He got on a plane and 2 of his stalkers boarded the plane with him. I didn’t believe it. I thought the stress of being stalked had caused him to see stalkers where there were none. Today… there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that his stalkers got on the plane with him, just as he described.

Eleanor White has a pamphlet that explains what is happening to us, It is a tool for victims to give to people who have never heard of gang stalking before. Because, as she explains, people who have not experienced what we have… are not ready for the truth. In essence, they can’t handle the truth. It doesn’t mean that the bystanding unaware public will never be able to handle the truth. What it means is that, the truth is something so out of their realm of experience that they need to have it spoon fed to them or they will choke on it and discount you as a Nutter. (I’ve been playing around with British Slang lately)  This spoon-feeding approach advocated by Eleanor is helpful. Her pamphlet really does help lower the credibility hurdle. I’ve used it with positive results. But I do have a less rigid approach.

The most important thing to me is to present the information in a way that is credible, even if what I am describing seems absolutely incredible to the uninitiated. Gangstalking takes place in the midst of the UNAWARE PUBLIC. They don’t see a thing–but they could, and would, if they were aware of it and/or looking for it. Exposure will take a lot of the power away from gangstalking activities. Getting the word out is the best way to stop it. I really believe that. That is my goal. That’s what I want. I want to see the rock these criminals are hiding under, overturned. I want to put an end to the cloak of plausible deniability and to them flying under the radar.

I hate having my credibility questioned. My personal feeling is that I have to temper my words so they don’t contribute to the unaware public associating the term gangstalking with anything other than what it is. A lot of the disinformation out there, attempts to paint it as some sort of fringe phenomenon. It isn’t. Gangstalking is organized and meticulously thought out and planned. It is not being perpetrated by humans with reptilian DNA, aliens, Satan or the Occult.

The hocus pocus fringe theories are put forth predominately by gangstalkers in an attempt to make victims look crazy. The fact that they have been so prolific about it has actually helped us, by spreading the term.  The term Gangstalking seems more common and main stream today than it was, even two years ago. They have done their part to help spread the term “gangstalking”. I expect it to become even more common with time.

Next post will address the many comments I have received.

Santa Cruz Cop Gets Played by Gangstalkers

The Santa Cruz Police Officer who responded to the traffic accident, that could have crippled my husband (see my last post,) got it wrong on his report. The report stated that the accident was caused by my husbands failure to yield the right of way, while entering  a traffic lane.

I am certain that the three gangstalkers who acted as witnesses are the reason the patrol officer, wrote a report that did not reflect the actual circumstances that led to the accident.  I think the witnesses followed a script.  I think the script used language and words that were deliberately chosen because they were powerful enough to influence the police, and keep real  witnesses to the accident at bay.   CAREFULLY CHOSEN WORDS CAN BE EXTREMELY POWERFUL. In this situation, they influenced the perception of the responding officer,  and ultimately shaped that officer’s written accident report and findings.

Evidence for this is found in the behavior and words of  all three of the witnesses.   These three witnesses, posing as strangers to each other and the driver of the Jeep.  All  used the exact same words, alternating between them and repeating . “I saw everything! I’ll be your witness!”.  They said it loud and often.  This began seconds after impact and  continued while the paramedics tended to my husband, and even while the officer interviewed the parties involved in the accident.  These gangstalkers are into NLP stuff.  It is basically using the words to influence the mind.  NLP goes hand in hand with hypnosis and the “power of suggestion”.  When it is non consensual and used to influence or control someones thoughts or behavior, it is unethical, but…. for gangstalkers, ethics isn’t really a concern.  Many NLP practitioners, no doubt, think applying NLP ethically, severely limits its power.  More info on NLP here.

When the cop took the witness statements, all three witness also used the exact same words to describe the accident. Those words are what made it onto the actual police report.  interestingly enough, the report references the three witness accounts,  but gives them one voice , saying  “all witness agreed that it would not have been possible for the Jeep to have avoided hitting the motorcyclist” .  Even more interesting is that the report only identifies one of the witnesses by name. Remember, these people want to remain anonymous. We would love to know their names. Why the other two names don’t appear anywhere on the report, seems a little sloppy to me. But maybe two of the witnesses slipped off, (planned, no doubt) before the officer could get their personal information.  .

Their real names are important to us. It helps us to connect dots, and often leads to the real names of other gangstalkers, and the groups they are members of. The connections are often family members who we recognize from times they followed us.  Sometimes it leads full circle, and connects back to a possible motive for targeting us.  Here is an example:

My awareness of  gangstalking started right after I threatened to sue Carrington College, in San Jose,  and told the dean, I thought their accreditation should be rescinded. I did this after an ugly experience where in my opinion (disclaimer:  my opinion, okay)  they  failed to deliver on their promises, had behaved unethically. and basically ripped me off and then tried to extort even more money out of me, after that.    The motive for my personal gangstalking is not known, but we do have a couple of theories.  Carrington College is one of those theories.  I have written about them at length, and will post it in the future.

The real name of one gangstalker,  led us to a relative of hers, who has also followed and harassed us.  This relative has a connection to Carrington College; so it lends support to one of our theories,  about why we were targeted. It’s not conclusive, but it’s another brick in the wall, so to speak. It also explains the importance of knowing the real names of these people.

We have often joked that we’re tempted to deliberately ram a car into one of the a$$hole stalkers, just so we could find out who they were from the police report. How disappointing to see only one of the three witnesses actually named on the report.

Okay, back to the accident:

 

The gangstalkers sprang into action, the moment the accident happened, to protect their fellow gangstalker from legal trouble. They had a job to do and they did it just as they planned and practiced for. They acted just like professional con artists.

The cop actually had everything he needed to ascertain exactly how the crash happened. But he also had to contend with the testimony of three lying witness, determined to influence the outcome.

The gangstalker who was involved in the accident, was clearly shaken up.  (my husband wondered at the time if maybe he didn’t have insurance, a license or had fake plates, because he was so nervous acting.)  My husband and the other driver both told the truth.   Inexplicably, neither one of their statements actually appears correctly in the report.

The Jeep’s driver told the officer that he “punched it around traffic to make the green left turn light.”   (Him and my husband were interviewed together.) This admission is found nowhere in the report and is extremely important. It was not part of the witness testimony, probably because it alters the perception of the driver as blameless .and in need of three impartial witnesses to protect HIS interests ( as evidenced by  “I’ll be YOUR witness”.)

My husband told the officer he was about to make a left into southbound traffic and he was looking right to make sure it was clear, when he was hit.  He says he never saw the car coming because there was no reason to look in that direction.  The report says my husband was looking at the driver when he hit him. That must have come from the witnesses.

Neither of my husbands statements are all that crucial, to understanding what happened, but it is worth noting that the phony witnesses statements are the only ones that appear on the report, and they were lies.

To understand how the accident really happened only required a few pieces of information, all of it readily available.

The Santa Cruz Officer who responded to the accident knew (or was told) the following:

1. The spot where the impact of the accident occurred ( at the very beginning of the Northbound left turn lane)

2. The Northbound lanes that proceed straight through,were stopped, backed up, and waiting for the red light to turn green.

3. My husband had maneuvered his bike through the two lanes of stopped traffic to get to the spot where the impact occurred. (he admitted this.  and it’s the only thing the witness did not lie about.)

4. The driver of the jeep had “punched it around the traffic to make the green left hand turn light.“

That leaves only one crucial question:   How did the driver of the jeep arrive at the spot where the accident happened?  HOW?

The traffic wasn’t moving in the northbound lanes, backed up well before the left turn lane began, effectively blocking access to the northbound turn lane. The jeep couldn’t have come from the gas station, squeezing between the cars backed up, waiting for the light, like my husbands motorcycle did.

There was only one way the driver could have gone around the traffic to reach the place where the left turn lane actually began, and the accident happened. The driver of the Jeep had to have been going North, traveling the wrong direction, in the Southbound lane, to circumvent the northbound traffic that was  stopped at the light.

That explains why my husband says he was looking right before turning into the southbound lane, and never saw the jeep. The jeep driver hit my husband broadside, unable to stop. Witness and the report said there would have been no way for the driver to have avoided the motorcyclist. My husband thinks there were probably skid marks because the jeep driver locked his brakes in an attempt to avoid the accident.

I disagree, about this being and unavoidable accident for the jeeps driver.  What if the jeep driver had not been going the wrong way on Ocean street, clearly against the law, in the first place?

Or try this thought experiment:

if my husband had been a couple of seconds faster, or the jeep driver, just a bit slower, they would have had a head on collision in the southbound lane. The jeep driver would have been going the wrong direction (north in a southbound lane) and clearly be at fault for the accident. The cause of the accident was set in motion prior to the impact, regardless of fault. If it had happened a couple of seconds earlier it would have happened in the southbound lane, instead of the start of the northbound left turn lane. It would have changed nothing about the jeep drivers actions. So how could it change his responsibility for the accident, once he is in motion?

Feel free to use the comment section, if you find fault with my logic here.

 

Since the jeep driver was already in motion, doesn’t he assume some responsibility, even if the impact takes place as he is illegally pulling into the northbound lane, instead of still traveling the wrong way to get to the point of impact?

I don’t know if what my husband did was legal, but I am certain what the driver of the jeep did, was NOT LEGAL. Yet, my husband who,  got broadsided by the jeep was found at fault, instead of the Jeep’s driver.

How does a police officer trained in accident investigation get it wrong, despite having all the evidence needed, at the scene, to get it right?

He was up against pros.

 

I think being trained to spot gangstalkers and witness who are not just lying, but using the same words and phrases to do so, would help them do their jobs better.

This isn’t a one time thing. These gangstalkers cause lots of accidents. They will do the same thing to you or anybody they hit or run over, if they continue to get away with it.

That witness testimony kept the cop from asking that all important question. HOW DID THE JEEP DRIVER ARRIVE AT THE POINT OF IMPACT? The answer to that would have shifted blame, and should not have been missed.  In this case the witness testimony was so persistent, so adamant, and so unanimous, that, that alone was given enough weight to determine the cause of the accident.

Witness testimony should only be used as a tool for determining what happened to cause the accident.  It shouldn’t be allowed to lead the officer away from the truth.   Officers need  training to see the signs that these people are running a game.  Training is the only way to keep from getting snowed by them.  There are certainly signs.

These witnesses behaved strangely, and the police department should train their officers to recognize the signs that signal collusion and gangstalking tactics are being used to influence the outcome of an investigation.

There isn’t really anybody at an accident scene that can legitimately make the claim. “I saw everything” .  (You would need an overhead view.) This accident had three of them.  Nowhere on the report does it state where the witness were when the accident happened.  It’s also missing, just like two of their names.

These witnesses kept saying. “I’ll be your witness” repeatedly to the jeep driver”. Clearly, not unbiased, and again, an odd thing to have all three witnesses say repeatedly.

And maybe the cop should have noticed how all three witness avoided eye contact with the motorcyclist,  they told there stories without a glance in his direction, usually keeping their backs to him. Odd behavior all the way around.  Of course the officer didn’t actually get to  see the strangest behavior, which happened before he arrived. All three witnesses stepped over and ignored a bleeding man in the street, and convened a pow wow at the window of the unhurt jeep driver.

My complaint is not so much about the officer, as the departments failure to train their officers to go with the evidence, instead of allowing witness testimony alone to determine fault. Officers should be on the lookout for witness testimony that is all seeing, all knowing, and told verbatim by different witnesses.  It’s classic gangstalker.

The report should have identified all three witnesses by name, and given their location at the time they witnessed the accident. It was incomplete. And even more important…it was wrong.

The gangstalkers are here. they are working Santa Cruz, and they are working Santa Cruz PD.  It’s not too late for Santa Cruz Police Department  to get it right, by training officers to recognize gangstalkers in action.