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CHAMPIONSHIP TROPHY A PROVINCIAL CARAGLIO

continue the good results of the Judo guys Grinzane, that Sunday, December 13 Caraglio to have participated in the provincial championship.
Although decimated by flu and injuries, the association presented five athletes and everyone is on the podium.

Excellent test Lorenzo Ricotta that, despite the debut, won the gold medal by beating colored belts with great technique and determination.

First Place, now familiar, but for Gabriele Schellino that has dominated all the meetings and won the gold medal.

Third place, but not least, the one from Alessandro Magliano . Knowing his potential the athlete could aspire to a better position, but in any case he played a good game against most athletes' old of him. "

Third place for the brothers Matthew and Julie Ramello , their first experiences of race.

These placements have led the Judo Grinzane eighth place in the team standings, good result considering that only five athletes were in the race.

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ALL ON THE PODIUM OF THE YOUNG JUDO GRINZANE

Caraglio, December 13, 2009

Race Provincial

In the afternoon there was the preliminary competition for the categories children, boys and girls, many of the participants.
Young Athletes Judo Grinzane are distinguished for bravery, determination and placings.

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Category Kids

1st place Laura Palmitesta
2nd place Luke Biello


Category children

1st place
Lorenza Audasso
Roberta Audasso
Federico Luigi Benzi
Biscia
Alessandro Pio
Sagle Sara

2nd place
Letizia Oggero
Picollo Federico

3rd place
Giaovanni Sandrone


Category guys

1st place
Andrea Matthew Cerrato
Gilestro
Andreas
Beatrice Morra Picollo
Emanuele Veglio

2nd place
Alessio Audasso
Christian Biello
Alessio Ceppa

3rd place
Peter Ricotta

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freewheeling

I realize that it 'very, very hard that I get back to writing here.
Not that it has things to say, on the contrary, how many times I have promised myself to write my insights and thoughts, not to lose them, in that period ... but then I never fatto.Non and 'only matter of mere laziness.
'm beginning to have a suspicion that some of my behavior, my thoughts, but also of my difficulty 'to think about certain topics, for my actions and re-action ... are post-hypnotic command or something like that. Something prevents me sometimes to write sometimes to focus, sometimes to remember things even more 'trivial. So
distrust of myself, especially of my mind.
Why 'I can never concentrate on certain things? 'Cause if I can even then sometimes I forget every time?
Why 'not just overlook certain thoughts automatically reject them? It almost seems to obey an order!
I find myself to have some automatic behaviors and especially of self-imposed sabotage to rationalize certain feelings, understand them, go to the bottom. There 's sometimes a mechanical reaction that I ordered "not now, not to think about this, leads to an moment. "
And if the nightmare was not real, that I hid in a corner of my mind, that someone is sabotaging, influencing my thoughts?
It 'possible that someone has put the bulk put the archives of my memory, and some have them locked up?

Yet I often say, with a little 'contempt, I do not have these problems ... I'm not like "them", I'm not like those unlucky victims of mind control, I have a mind perfectly intact and criticism!
Basically I just behind an international team of spies who keep an eye on me, MOST IT 'make me some night and pick me polish the furniture! Not I never realized that they used techniques of mind control to me, after all these years I'd realized!

Here's what 'I think, inside of me ... But then 'I wonder, "but I think that it or they who do believe me?" would be brilliant, I pretend not to be affected but this is' a technique of conditioning ... David Icke says as the worst slave 'who has any illusions of being free.

How do I know when and what I think 'really my bag of flour and is not something that I suggested from the outside?
I find myself doing the same things, as if repeating the same script, the same day, and I feel like a hamster that keeps spinning in his wheel in his cage .... but then stop and look around stunned amazement wondering, but where are they?

No matter how many planes can take, how many countries I visit and how many apartments CITY change, I am getting them to spin around in my pinch of fun and that 'my prison!
How to get out?

Suppose there is some command in my mind that it 'was inserted to prevent me from understanding what I have done, let me recall certain episodes, to make me forget the places, faces, or even a command that will prevent me from thinking clearly distracting my attention to certain issues. It is assumed

mind control techniques that serve to ensure that the mind of the target has sealed compartments in which he can not 'access.
these compartments are created by those who conduct experiments - usually soldiers or aliens - through one or more 'password for access, as with computers, so not knowing the password and' can not access the contents of memory, even if sometimes some of them stored memories can 'jump out by accident or by regression techniques.

The passwords can be phrases, songs, sounds special, or even compound stimuli, such as odors associated with colors. These cause a lot of storage compartments psychological problems to the person who can 'suffer from dissociative syndromes of personality', or border-line, up to schizophrenia and mental illness itself.

disorders or who does not have clear and irrefutable signs that may suggest to the mind control, but he realizes that something is wrong, like me, is in a very bad position. I will 'have unequivocal signs of mind control it' abduction, but 'I feel involved, and not as a spectator of something that does not concern me. part of me, somehow.

I the only symptom that clearly and consistently known to me psychologically and 'depression and the inability' to have a social life worth of the name.
not hear voices and I have recurring nightmares, but I always, always, always feeling like an internal alarm.
strange dreams and I do not remember what I almost never dreamed at night, for my efforts.
Sometimes I think my higher self is trying to get in touch with me to tell me something, but there 'someone who would prevent that ... some kind of obstacle that I can not even recognize, so you can avoid.

Am I missing word and will not arrive 'anywhere. Then we go off again by the hard facts.
What 'I'm doing in practice in my life?

Since spring 2008 I decided to live the most time outside Italy, for a variety of reasons that I will not describe here, but I can not go far opted for the nearby Spain.
Sold a studio full of horrible memories are playing in October 2008 with the 'intention not to keep that money in the bank but to invest them, also because' are property 'of my son (the apartment would have to go to him once adult ) so I'm just managing them temporarily.

The project was to learn English making some progress, finding a nice apartment in a city 'pleasant and after a short adjustment period, buy it, thus providing' a stable roof of my son, as well as remove from the hands of bankers.
It 's been a whole year, even more,' and I have not found it 'the city' where they settle down 'to buy the apartment, and that money is still in the bank.

I shot several cities', now I have visited hundreds of apartments and talked to do not know how many real estate owners and, now I have done a culture on the sale of houses in the peninsula ... but nothing.
seems that I should not do that, and yet 'simple action, albeit with the necessary calm to do!
something always happens. O
After that I see better place 'back out, or change their minds and sellers disappear, or are undecided, or something else happens.
Why '? I am at a subconscious level that provoked this situation, even though I say every day for months and months, I want to buy and I'm done with this issue, so as to devote to them?
I who deliberately try something impossible?

Or not quite find what I want 'I say to look for? Sometimes I feel like a puppet in the hands of a schizophrenic puppeteer.
I know that a part of me does not want to live in an apartment owned ', fearing that stalkers I vandalizzino behind the place as they did in the apartment where I was until 2007.
the only memory of the "changes" that made the apartment makes me shudder. Disassembled and reassembled all the furniture, including cabinets and kitchen cupboards, as well as' the shutters of the windows, and changed the water pipes. They put something into the locks. They did masonry work in the attic that was above the apartment.
All with living within me, and I could not do anything.

How do I settle into another apartment for more 'than a month or two, perilous' buying, after all that I lived?
Perhaps this resistance and 'one of the reasons why one year I can not make a simple transaction.
It can 'be that did not really want to finish this research, for not having to then take the next step, which is' practically a step into the unknown ...
and then me in my boat doing nothing but pretending to look for a house with criteria so difficult, making it almost impossible to find the object of research.
this and 'very contradictory and confusing,' cause I'm looking for 100 apartments that are worth the price of 50, or are in the center but 'the garden, or I start looking for country houses with land, with the dream of return to nature, perhaps in the middle of nowhere, repented then be gone, because 'is not sure of the mill houses and white' needs, at least not until 'I'm alone ....
I would go into depression even more 'in town' ... or maybe not?

Or maybe this whole story of the search of the house and 'a false problem?
I know it 'at the bottom and' irrelevant. It 's a waste of time, to which I devote a lot of my energy and my time, of course, lost.
But my teaching I draw from this behavior, what do you communicate?
Well, one thing and 'obvious and is' I do not know what I want .... and sometimes not even know what I will not!
From this I understand that my behavior there 's something wrong with my way of approaching things, but what escapes me.

It 's like if I wanted to act but at the same I tirassi time back in the grip of conflicting and opposing forces that shake me and make me wobble, leaving a balance still on the same step. Why
'despite the will' can not get a capacity 'of action?
seems that a low strength and heavy anchors me to laziness and inertia, paralyzing any effort prolonged or consistent. Some short and sparse moments of lucidity 'make me fall even more' nell'avvilimento.

Why 'I do not remember my dreams? 'Cause my sleep,' a black hole without any awareness? I was reading some passages of jodorovsky where he tells of his lucid dreams, and remembers them as if Once fully awake .... well I can not do lucid dreams, I will 'happen maybe once or twice in life, and' let alone to do astral traveling ... even here I have the horrible feeling that there is something that prevents me from making this leap qualita'nella awareness .... but I also took hallucinogens at the time ... thicket ', I'm attracted only bullshit, zero revelations.

On November 11, 2009, the Vatican admits the possibility 'that there exist extraterrestrial intelligent life.
On November 13 NASA and spread the news that 'they found a large amount' of water on the moon. On 13 November
released simultaneously in theaters the film world 2012.
last Wednesday, November 18, I turned 45.
Greetings! Who, me or the aliens that are being presented to the general public?
Certainly not for me 'was a great day, I had two calls, one of my mother and my ex, and that' s all.
Not that I wanted to celebrate, for charity '. But it 's the time to recurrence as birthdays, Christmas etc., I realize that in an almost physical, my solitude. Most of my isolation that I can touch, so 'large, well built, like a holy cathedral, strategic.
Thanks anyway for the 2 phone calls. I spent the worst birthdays. I should be very grateful to the universe came to be there.

are now in a age 'in which' a little 'more' difficult to have a character like my introverted nature of things and be in frequent contact with other people from changing residence and uncertain project life ... are all more 'younger than me, or more' sociable, more 'cheerful, more' superficial ... I am a magnet upside down, people go away ... at least that I said my father, having had to deal with me for several months.
me just fine, instintualmente be selective. I just want to attract what 'I really need. What do I need to have friends from bar to kill time? Maybe officials are on leave, or reptilian, or both.
I realize that urgently requires a choice, a decision.

As difficult as it is I can not 'continue to postpone it. I can no longer simply 'to live in this kind of reality' in this type of everyday life ', are out of place. I can not do more 'to stand with one foot in a supermarket and in the metaphysics of abduction and new world order.
I keep close to my meanness ', to selfishness, to comfort' materials, for fear of facing new hardships and sufferings, but I know that I can not escape my fate, whatever it is ... I have to take action. Should I be of help to myself and to world!
I have a mission to accomplish! Aiutooooooooo ... but what will '?

Alexis Texas And Bake

symptoms before admission and consideration of stalking


I wrote this post a couple of days ago but I decided to publish it, 'cause I'm basically the same things that I say, in terms of symptoms ... pernsavo to cut at least two-thirds or delete it entirely. Instead
what 'and I wrote' below, although it may 'seem like the usual stuff, but for me it' s the same old tragedy ... 'cause I'm in an emergency by heightened symptoms themselves, after the peak I had this summer at the Vipassana retreats.

Today, Monday, I went out to get some 'air after all weekend at home, and I had a strong attack and prolonged contractions of estrangement nausea, dizziness, nerve, and various other nice holiday companions.
I could not do even one of the committees that I had planned and after 1 hour of rest sitting in a bar I went to my room, sling in bed.
From the moment I was able to calm down a little bit and relax the muscles, I began to notice more 'clearly dissonant continuous ringing in the head, piu'verso right ear, which stands out above the buzz of radio I like the background frequency deafening. Music also seems to affect this tone in the body, giving the swinging pendulum type.

Since tomorrow I will have to 'take the first bus and a plane are quite worried, they are all 4 hours of travel, with this dizzy already' at home ... let alone stop in air! and to take tablets I'm afraid to complicate the situation, since I do not need to calm the stomach, but the radio pulsations in the cranium ... vaglielo to say in UK!
Suspicion and 'whether it's a position that regularly make the microchip implanted, or who have increased its power not to lose myself in my next move, given that I will arrive' in Rome on Friday evening, sparrow 'night out with a 'friend who picks me up, then Friday will come in 27' in hospital in Verona for ten days.
the department and 'armored enough, being a place to perform rapid detoxification with UROD method and therapy for liver mushy, maybe fear of not having enough on hand ...
The symptoms are the same as July, when I went to a secluded area where they took the phones, including an abnormal sexual arousal centers and some heat in the head as milling motor fuel.
Here is the sketch that I wrote:

I feel that physical symptoms could be linked to some form of mind control or brain radio-communications technology ...
as the constant buzz inside my head, but deafening silence, with the whistle that must be periodically from ear to ear, and ears that seem to transmit and receive waves of dissonant frequencies, with a one-two rhythm of about 2 seconds to wave ...
and 'something quite indescribable, and' how to have invisible radio antenna placed at the top 'top of the skull, which picks up only 24 out of 24 buzz and sends it in your ears ... and sometimes' so strong that I have from aches and chills I close my ears, I have to chew gum ... the feeling of nausea and dizziness increases a lot when I travel by bus and coach, I seem to be living a tuning fork that vibrates at a sound inaudible to the human ear .
The eyes are sunken and shrunken in addition to always give me trouble. Use artificial tears several times a day dose to lubricate them 'cause they are dry and sticky. Had me and 'down and I still have the sensation of seeing through a camera in dark environments then I see something similar to the pixels. Under the right eye, where I have a little mysterious scar, I see a point that receives pulse-emitting, especially if I am in solitary places, or new to me. It transmits images via my position? Should I try to shoot with his right eye bandaged.

Other physical symptoms that I associate with my situation in the last period of human guinea pigs are my so-called poor circulation or my pseudo Meniere's syndrome. A set of symptoms and `I 'happened to a couple of times last week (goal' in November 2009), but I suffered periodically since 2000, although only four or five times a year.
and 'was sometimes called Meniere's syndrome, "other" restless legs syndrome ", sometimes a side effect of hepatitis C have cryoglobulins in the blood, or peripheral neuropathy ... other times, a problem resulting in labyrinthitis eardrums ... so the doctors never figured on us a lot and I stopped to ask for advice. however, their definitions do not clarify the causes of the symptoms.

few days ago, 'began as a sense of malaise widespread, with sweat and shivering, I began to feel light-headed and heavy body and large, I missed a bit 'balance, his legs felt heavy and sore, the muscles of the calves began to move independently, to pull I seemed to have little stretching as it happens to players.
informicolavano my fingers over her legs, looking at his hands I saw the white with the top joint of the fingers very red.
felt continuous shooting of nerves in the legs from the knees down, 'that as long as' walking were bearable, but as soon as I sat in a bar, have become more 'strong, and also the feeling of weight in the legs rather than diminish, and' increased.
I thought I would never be 'managed to get up from that chair! I tried to stay calm and breathe deeply, I attacked the memories of more attacks like this one where I had got caught by fear, especially because 'I felt electric shocks, resulting in Sentrim choking, shaking to the point of going to the emergency room and take valium cause panic attack. But it was not just a panic attack, that was a side effect of the framework of symptoms ...
But back to us, and other symptom 'weakness and difficulty' motion, I was numb and I had difficulty 'if only to shake his hand in a glass or turn the page of a newspaper, as I was in a bar and tried to give me an attitude .... sometimes nausea, dry throat, confusion, I had the horrible feeling that all my blood had been withdrawn in the most 'me low and had dropped out of my upper body, and it had clotted. I wanted to put me upside down 'to see if it flowed!
I thought that this sense of lack of blood in his veins had to be put in relation to the menstrual cycle, I had starts a few days before ... pity you can not remember if the other times I have these symptoms I was in the menstrual period or less. Should I always take note of everything, keep a log book, a diary ... but I'm not going to bring dovermelo always behind, I 'feel like that I read it, modify it ... as these could also do with my post, for that matter, so 'should' find other ways to testify to posterity what 'is happening to me.
I felt a great desire to lie down, and every time that I could do it I noticed an almost immediate improvement in symptoms. This would suggest a circulatory disorder, but it happens very often on other occasions, if I put in a horizontal position I'm better now, anything! Aldila
'symptoms and definitions, and what' more 'plausible' that the type of experiment which is related to the involuntary guinea pig blood, something that has to do with clotting, study Mutation of a virus, a vaccine trial, changes in blood flow ... I have to do and 'understand what did my blood special, and because' the only strictly prohibited substance, perhaps contraindicated for experimentation, and cocaine.

Pero 'this does not explain many other things ... the same old questions, this is nothing new eh '... because 'the trial is not never finishing? And why 'should have a microchip implanted? And why 'despite the microchip in the body, that use tracking technologies, from mobile phone to the gps tracking rfid cards and everything else,' cause despite all this, I must also follow physically close? They could not leave me a bit 'in peace, fuck? Or expect me to have a heart attack at any moment, so act quickly, and then bring in some military base, or there is' something even worse than I imagine ... but I do not arrive that might affect an issue for my death, in two ways. One, you take my corpse to dissect it and study it for good, two, trapping my soul somewhere, because 'maybe' that absolutely must not miss. Until 'and' in this physical body does not have much to worry about, but when the envelope will be 'dead, how will they keep her captive?

speeches are pure madness to some, but when I think of Marco Pantani and wonder what we have in common, the only thing that seems plausible and 'we have, indeed we had a soul like that ... and if I think of all the targets that are the subject of gang stalking, the military trials of abduction by alien forces or covert, which are tens, perhaps hundreds of thousands worldwide, cose'e 'they may have in common?
Absolutely nothing, apart from the soul. O spirit, something that goes beyond the 'material existence, race, age', work or study, sexual or political preferences. They are souls that are put sorely test.
Ce 'something else to say. The stalkers often act in total ignorance in the service of occult forces from other dimensions, spiritual evolution who want to catch every single human being. These entities' will need to be without understanding precisely sneak into their mind and making him do things that can go from stalking to varying degrees, the drunk and then go home and beat his wife to commit violence against other people, plants or animals, or against themselves. Sometimes stalkers believe they do their job and nothing else, following orders, but they do not even know for whom. I'm not the kind of person who is asking too many questions. Often personality 'deviant, sadist who have to suffer to see their target, and for their enjoyment and that' like a drug that feeds their base instincts, as well as' their demons.

striking feature of the attacks of the absolute disproportion stalkers, both in term of time, given that there are cases that go on for twenty or thirty years, and in terms of quantity 'of staff, for reasons that almost never the person-targeted unable to explain. Even in the case of political activists, minorities or other types of target, so a 'massive and widespread use of time, money, people, technologies and organizations' incredibly disproportionate to the reason that they think is the cause of stalking.
my explanation is' behind 'organizations stalkers there is another level, the more' esoteric than just the military or intelligence agencies. I believe that this is the dark forces of other dimensions of existence, demonic or evil, however, working through human beings sometimes unaware of their work sometimes their accomplices, and that they are interested in maintaining the target in a negative state, where can not express the qualities' more 'higher love, joy, spirituality,' healing and help for himself and for others.

between these entities' intrude even that feed the hungry ghosts of our negative emotions, which were called by the names as diverse as Castaneda called them Voladores, the Buddhists call them by other names in the film matrix were the machines ...
Everything goes into a game of cosmic scale that refers to the eternal struggle between good and evil, and how our planet is a school where the souls seeking life after life to express their potential, by learning lessons mistakes and experience.
The only solution 'and then take a position one way or another, knowing that the thing that' man has been advancing rapidly and 'suffering, especially when you are unable to channel it and turn it into positive energy.
was easy! For those who
is out of the ordinary experiences such as stalking, military interference, MicroPlant etc., and 'absolutely essential to begin a process of spiritual awakening, to raise not only the fundamental questions about themselves, but on their behavior on their own thoughts. Our greatest enemy is not 'out there but it' within ourselves. I have to make a revolution revolutionize the way I think, 'cause 90% of what I think and' garbage that someone has taught me, making me believe it is truth '.
If millions of people believe it is normal that Obama has received the Nobel Peace does not mean that it is indeed!

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I have no 'desire to forgot to write on this blog from the world, but after exactly one month since my last post I want to make a clarification.

and 'important with regard to an event described in the previous post, namely' the "levy night" which I assumed to have been brought against my will ', during the night, and on which then I had come in doubt.

I came back from the same therapist with whom I had an acupuncture treatment Chinese just the day before the night of the alleged taking, and I submitted a new session.
Once again the talented Xavier gave me the needles on the body and also did some moxa, acting mainly in points on the abdomen, legs and feet, but has also included a needle close to their wrists, a few inches above the wrist.
not 'was the previous session of acupuncture to get hold of the bruise hematoma with mournful,' was really a blood test done without my knowledge.

being very careful and used to work at the hospital, Xavier showed me a folder with notes of meetings which shall, where he writes every patient as x goes to press meridians with needles, with a map of the human body where it marks the points exact acupuncture.

The last time I had put a needle near both wrists, inside of the arm, in a completely different area than the point where I had found the painful bruise. For further

I said casually confirmed that I had found a bruise in his left arm the day after our meeting and I showed him the point, but he reiterated that he has absolutely no function at that point, given that there are meridians and Moreover there is' a vein.

So now I have the absolute certainty that we and 'treated for a blood test done at night while I slept and I was unconscious.

people that I have done have been introduced into the house somehow, as they usually do, given this for them and 'ordinary work, everyday stuff, then they did their work with an expert opinion from experienced nurses ...
no drop of blood, nothing. and 'left little painful bruise just 'cause I have very sensitive skin, especially at that point, and failed to take the cotton wool down to the minute sufficient
who knows' how many more times, and' success and I would not be noticed or not ... times and I 'was no bruising, or when I did the drawing in a very hidden ...
but apart from the atrocities' being a human guinea pig, for me the most 'fearful' to realize that they can go to sleep at any time, for ten minutes, an hour or more.

I remember the movie "The Manchurian Candidate, in which the hero, presidential candidate of the U.S., was a kind of zombie that was put on standby as an automaton. it worked through hypnotic commands and large doses of drugs that he had no idea to assume that the cancellations will 'and made him run commands desired by his captors, the usual equipment hidden accomplices ... with people close to him.

the problem 'that this is not about to see a movie on TV, it's my life, and the Manchurian Candidate I am.
reality 'than fiction, always. but then who am I? What is a candidate? to die for science? there are many others like me?

So in summary:
contractors enter everywhere, homes apartments cars, by various means, and nobody ever noticed them;
sprinkle in a room spray soporific, or add my food or drink a few drops of a powerful sleeping pill;
need to take regular samples of my body fluids, blood and urine, but maybe some other things, such as saliva or hair ... I do not know.

teams that act directly on target, which are then I have then accomplished burglar skills, acrobatic thief, doctor, nurse, quick reflexes, nerves of steel, and total lack of scruples of conscience, as well as' compassion .
For them I'm just a lab rat, not to suppress just because 'I am worth a lot. They definitely
also all the skills necessary to kill in many different ways and make it look like an accident or illness, infarction, or make me disappear into thin air.
well these teams work there is 'definitely a higher decision-making' high behind the strategy and decisions that are made from time to time, a profiler with a degree in psychology or psychiatry, a magician of medicinal chemistry, an expert in hypnosis, hypnotic suggestion, mind control, NLP, etc. ... and who knows' what else ...

Given these findings have emotions more 'diverse.
then mixed emotions that usually make me feel as locked, vacillating from one to another, balancing precariously over the abyss of this daily nightmare.

Sometimes I tell myself that I would rather call it quits, at least not do 'satisfaction to continue with their experiments, other times I say I'm a very lucky person, 'cause I realize I live in the matrix, a place where nothing' s what it seems and where no one is' who they say they really are.
I realize I am a poor slave in a world of slaves who believe they are free, and therefore if we cry that chains me crazy.
I drew this extreme situation to push my being lazy and softened by years of drug habits and sleepy, to realize the necessity 'of spiritual rebellion, of individual and planetary awakening.
and so 'are!

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or more non-terrestrial races that already ' You have helped the ancient Egyptians invoke you!
I made a shot-duemilaeuro costatomi € 2000 -.
perhaps the first in a series of head shots. probably.
I feel guilty. I feel better. worse. I feel .... I do not know.
I feel more and more 'estranged from reality' that I can not tell anyone.

are in search of enlightenment, I'm waiting for the famous light bulb comes on, but I reckon that if things are left 'instead of lightning enlighten me ....
unless it is already 'burnt out completely, as they think so many lemmings.
what 's the header? easy, I sold the Berlingo. Monday morning I left home at 10.15, at 10.25 the car was already 'sold.
I have not come a long way, there is' a living buying and selling in the building opposite.
I could sell it to a private party for 3500 €, I could pull the price upward, I could expect to have completed my move to Galicia ....
but the arguments you can not do when you and 'exasperated, desperate, when you feel like I feel helpless. I sometimes need to act.

to sell it already 'I thought about it for days, sending it on my return from Italy ... Then Sunday afternoon I spent a few carefree hours with a couple of my friends are married, (in Spain there are gay marriage, and 'one of the reasons why I prefer to Italy), I go back to the car ... and was sprinkled with again with the oily substance. Put the exasperation, the sense of loneliness seeing a happy married life, yet another move in the course to where it is not known, menstruation coming ... and tracks!

not to justify myself, but every damn day stand the invasion of my privacy, spies following me everywhere, phone calls and everything else, but sometimes it 's really too much to bear.
the daily sprinkling of that mysterious oily substance in the machine 'was one of the determining factors, such as daily home visits, but especially bothered me the attitude of vandalism in doing these things, which are now subject for years and I do not piu'lo same shock value.

in this period, I noticed a willingness' to cause economic damage and material, that brought me back to bygone days when I used cocaine, and the perpetrators were not for the thin to prevent me from doing so, including me money disappear, knock out the transport, damage to housing, etc. etc..
I relived the same emotions and I acted on impulse.

berlingo I bought in April for the 4000 euro, more '€ 365 insurance. then I had made some improvements and chores, I put the gas air conditioning, radio with MP3 and USB port, I had made the tom tom to travel without going mad behind the roads and maps ....
if we put up that I had to load all my stuff in the car, half move, between 4 suitcases, bags and bags, housewares and more of everything ', and finding myself without a half, I got half a house of stuff to some friends ....

and if I think I sent the remaining 3 cases with a shipping company killed dear ... sent poste restante, 'cause I do not have an address ...
I'm more 'than 3000 €, which ccccazzo.
write it 'cause I want to remember.
I want you to serve as a lesson. I do not want more 'back on my feet,' cause that contractors already 'had taught me, but I'm lazy and I have a short memory.

no longer want to 'accumulate material things. unless I have more things' are free.
no longer want to 'have a car.
not want any more ' illusion of being able to lead a normal life.
lostesso so follow me, but at least it should make the effort to adapt to public transportation that will change ', and will make more' mistakes.

no longer want to 'turn a blind eye if I enter the house, if I put some of my things with substances etc. etc.. I promise from now on to respond. headers welcome. especially among people whom I care. the realzione should be the reverse of what 'they expect.
warned expensive contractors.
because surely there are "profiler" to work on me, to understand, interpret and predict my behavior and my reaction ... know that I will try 'to be unpredictable even to myself.

I give advice 'to other victims or targets of espionage technology, be unpredictable, act quickly, do something that is not part of your lifestyle, and be aware that on you there' s a profiler who studied professonista and assessing what 'you can bear it or not.
our level of soppportazione and 'like the story of the frog in the pot of hot water, not Adapt then gradually, try to get out of the pot, or cage, in any way!

as for me ....
you've lost money, I rode 'cause I know they are not money but my family, I made a shot, etc etc ... but who cares. and 'round, I do not regret it.
are born without money and no clothes, and leave 'this life naked as I came to the world. how will we all. count only our actions.

with what 'I do not want to be too philosophical, spiritual forgiveness does not relieve you from having to pay for their sins.
dear sirs I'll remember 'this too, when it' s time to come to terms, because 'arrive' at that time ...
pay for having destroyed my life, and I will thank you 'for me had to wake up from the illusion of a poor survival in matrix ...
wake up!

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the posts that I write today, Saturday, Sept. 5, I wanted to write it already 'yesterday, but I preferred to wait a day not to go too much emotion'. I wanted to sleep on it - although in this case the night does not give advice but very different - and reflect a bit 'before putting x rearrange ideas in writing.
I can only describe the facts without much comment.
Thursday 'morning I went to make a complaint to intrusion, damage, substances scattered on my things, in the afternoon I had an acupuncture treatment, the first of the new therapist to whom I turned Barcelona, \u200b\u200bXavier, with the study in full center near the cathedral, then I went home and I went to bed, fast asleep with fatigue.
towards morning I woke up from the cold, I shiver. I put the sweat pants and a knit wool and wrapped in a blanket.
note that in Barcelona from July gasps from the heat, even at night, and I never slept with him more than 'a tshirt and a sheet, often not even those.
Oh well ', but the summer is ending, no? and the temperature is changing ...
the morning I wake up with a little 'sore throat, a sense of inflammation and broken bones, vabbe' can happen ... even with the heat that makes you sweat, then go into rooms with air conditioning and getting caught by a bad cold, right?
I go to my last English class, then I'll walk towards Calle Balmes, where there should be one of the Police Commissariat nacional. I have no complaints in mind, I just have to ask for information to redo the documents.
within a store stuff in Japanese, with absurd brushes of all shapes and sizes for massaging various parts of the body. I'm curious, and I tried a couple. arrival in a masseur for the arms, I'll put my left arm ... What's this'?? I realize with horror that you have a small bruise on the forearm, a small but painful, with an even more 'small hole injection.
I left the shop and start walking again. I feel almost as wavering. I key point several times, I can not believe. yet the pale and 'always there', not 'a dream. and it 's just the classic bruise on the vein, that comes after a withdrawal of blood.
I mentally retraced the acupuncture session the day before.
I had no needle in the arms, which could move freely.
although I was already 'safe I went into a bathroom and I checked the points where Xavier had inserted the needles, two in the stomach and four in each leg. at no point was a bruise, only a small red mark in the legs, while on his stomach anything at all, no sign, and nothing ached to touch her.
reality 'at this point was clear: someone' came into my room at night and I made a withdrawal, and / or injection.
I continued to walk for hours now without a goal.
I was so shocked by this revelation that chance to decrease the pain I bought a bottle of wine and have drained me, so 'on an empty stomach, without any fuss.
I had millions of thoughts. I imagined everything.
do? escape? suicide? make a dramatic gesture? kill before it crosses send an sms? to ignore it?
course, whatever and 'continue to make the best of human guinea pig. if not I'll kill myself consciously, perhaps one of the next night I come to do a good injection, drug overdose in his sleep, and hello.
what I have injected? and why '?
and if I have only one sample, to see the values \u200b\u200bof what?
I can think of something else. while I was in the police commissioner, on Thursday morning, after about half an hour I was in the office I turned off the phone. at one point I felt clearly the beginning of a buzzing in his head, and a weak shock from my head and 'arrived at the foot, informicolandoli. Then his head began to turn around, in fact I seemed to sway to the rhythm of the heartbeat, as had happened to me during the retreat of vipassana, but now in a more 'bland. the dizziness and 'did not last long, but the buzz still continues, and gives me a feeling of warmth to the right temporal lobe, and tingling.
one last thing: my blood has always been interested in my perpetrators have more 'or less regularly picked up my garbage, especially when I had my period. but also my droppings, when I lived in apartments stable, the doctors have regularly replaced, or made some changes to the sewage pipes. I do not understand it myself why, and now I 'clear. do analysis.

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that 's what they call a sudden return to reality'.
I thank the perpetrators for letting me wake up from an illusion, my naive plans to go live alone in a cottage in the country, to do this and that, to replace my car with a van and travel with that by living in it. .., and then buy a lot of beautiful clothes, to open a business, have Friends, normal human relationships, adopt a dog or a cat, own furniture, books, a computer ... are things that can not afford to do.

them 'I can' afford to live alone. if I do, and I did so many times now, forgetting past experience, or the illusion it was over, I hit hard. ruin everything I own. enter anywhere. force, duplicate, photograph, copy, alter, replace.
thanks dear contractors, give me a great opportunity to waive any material thing! I also given the opportunity to free myself from all ties in social, occupational, emotional, passionate ... and any illusion of normal life.

but we go to the facts, not have much time nor much strength.
I returned from my wanderings in Galicia by exactly one week. (I write the post vererdi September 4, 2009)
I went back to Barcelona and then I found myself alone in the apartment, with the prospect of 10 days of tranquility 'before leaving for Italy on September 10.
I rented a room in what must have been an apartment shared with other tenants, but after the first 2 days I found myself alone. the other rooms were not rented, and who knows 'why'.
already 'the evening of Sunday, when I went to the movies, came home I found several things "polished" in my room in the house although there was a woman with a baby, (relatives the landlord) who slept in a nearby room.
the perpetrators have made them sleep deeply and entered without any problems. have sprinkled with this substance lubricant objects in my room and my things in the kitchen, including packaging of food, avoiding everything else. knew perfectly what were my cups, what my coffee, 'my dough, and so' on.
in the days following this discovery quite shocking for me, I was completely alone in the apartment.
at this point the contractors have indulged. came every day at home or in my car, sprinkling layers with a bit of polishing 'all becoming more and more' aggressive and causing various damage.
berlingo the dashboard, where I put the documents and certificates of insurance, and 'was forced and does not close', in addition to the obviously damaged the passenger side door.
the interior of the car and 'was meticulously dotted the usual Semioli transparent substance, such glossy wax that is used in professional cleaning.
this treatment I have done every day and every day I tried to clean, equipped with gloves and cleaning agents, the things that I had to touch to force, such as handles, steering wheel, furniture, handbags, home furnishings .
yesterday, Thursday ', when I realized that they had polished the whole car, including glass and bodywork, the engine was a strange echo, and that there was obvious damage, I went to the local police, the "Mossos d'Esquadra" and I made the complaint.
know it's not useless, but the events are getting worse and evolving quickly, 'cause I preferred to leave a trace in the near future in case something unpredictable happens.
however for me it 'was a success!
have been treated well, listened for hours in a professional manner and without bias. the policewoman and 'out twice with me in the square to see the car and found damage to the door and the dashboard, apparently tampered with, and the strangeness that locks are not enforced. also found as the interior of leather were shiny, sticky, ultra-clean, in contrast to the rest of the car was dusty, dirty and untidy.
between the approach of the police and these Italians Catalans c'e'un abyss. also cultural. e'che not I have no illusions, I know that the complaint will not have 'and will follow' shelved, if not now more 'forward, it seemed right to say it.

back to the facts, the substance that they use contractors produce a complex of light reflections, the property has' special reflective, perhaps even magnetic and hygroscopic seeing things impregnated with it can suddenly increase in weight, and I e'venuto in mind that the use to implement their experiments of reality 'virtual. there may be several substances in alternate use from time to time, always conveyed by a chemical agent that down to the surface. X
regard to reality 'virtual I noticed a few times, fortunately not many perche'mi you and' the blood frozen with fear, they are able to move objects and perform actions while being physically in another place, though not very away - like a van or truck parked on the street.
this substance may also have other uses more 'strictly medical, and always be conveyed through a chemical agent that attaches to the skin, such as a gel-based paraffin, and used to obtain information on the psychophysical state of the target, his blood values and so on.
I remember this' cause their attempts to get me in contact with this shiny too insistent, and failing all have totally changed the register, from a discreet distance control investigators classic style invasion continues, urgent, angry, ruthless, trying to provoke and do damage. a delinquent street style. and is' why are the troops of criminals are protected by some uniform, which may violate their victims with impunity, to kill them.
least this way I am brutal force to realize that I'm dealing with a corporation that combines the worst of organized crime, albeit with a lot of money and technology, and must not afford distractions or pay very expensive.
I was enrolled in a English school for foreigners, I have already 'left!
in case I should take lessons in self-defense, or survival ...

of stalkers and stalking the 'tight everywhere in the city' with girls aged 18 to 25 years rather nice, about 1.65 high, slender, about 60 kg, standardized physical appearance, perhaps through some marketing agency choices.
many have an mp3 and send the message when I cross, pretending to be selecting a song, others have simply clicking their mobile phone in hand, stop. a few guys, but even in this case and looking young students.
who knows' how to find them ... to make these appearances from the lists of aspiring actors? by requests to do the traffic cop? by curriculum to enter the police?
the cars that I have run around the usual pre-owned sedans anonymous rented, usually medium-high, as the Citroen C4, the golf, the different seat, and some others that seem to be the car of spies in the area .

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new locks for the car and continued intrusion




to change my daily way of life changing strategies of the organization employed to my supervision 24 hours 24. this time I am traveling by car, often aimless and sometimes with appointments made on the same day, change of place to sleep almost every night.
can not have fun with intrusions and stalking settled in houses nearby, now the spies got excited about the only things still in my day: the car, clothes, my little netbook to which I am writing.
every time I go out of the car to go somewhere, away from its view, come into the car and sprinkle the steering wheel, gear shift, hand brake knobs and more, with an oily substance and sticky.
'm not exaggerating. every time, that 'several times a day. have wised up and do it in a less invasive, putting a quantity 'below, barely perceptible, but to polish the surfaces completely give a pass light so that I come into contact with this "something". same spray or polishing agent, and 'was put on my travel bag and onto the hinges on the beauty case and all things plastic, including food packaging.
I do not know what is all this'. evidently not enough for him to follow me everywhere from the many technological devices at their disposal.
need to get information about my physical state by emission of the body? also seem interested in my leftovers, and my sessions to the toilet.
on car doors locks appeared brand new. on the passenger side door and 'remained an obvious dent, you see I have tried to replace the lock too. have also replaced the knobs inside the opening, or have changed in some way, I noticed 'cause they also have a reassembled the evil take me and now is out of place.
soon as I leave here that some of the cars following me usually starts hanging around the place where I parked, then one of them goes and does what he must do on my Berlingo, with a car near by who controls the situation. not all are the usual anonymous rented car in the fleet, such as the Ford Focus that I always see, some of them seem to use their personal cars, which are large displacement or suv. perhaps they are the coordinators of the team on the field, which in turn relate to imagine someone who is somewhere within the command, where he received my telephone conversations and not, messages, email, this blog ....

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some events in this period:

- July 25 I attended a meeting of acofoinmenef Paolo Dorigo, Mestre, where we chatted a lot more informal 'and that. there 'was no intervention of doctors or lawyers, as had been expected, and none of the participants, who were a dozen other targeted individuals like me, has made a real report about something.
and we 'talked freely and constantly interrupted some one who was talking, it seemed to be the nursery, or the market, more 'in a gathering of civilized people. I would have some things to say, proposed to do, but I realized that was not the right context. we are alone and separated, so 'as we want our persecutors.

- I was 3 days in England, with a return flight Ryanair East Midlands-Rimini, I wanted to take last minute, but instead I booked online a few days before. I went to the airport two hours before the flight, convinced to buy a ticket onsite, but I should pay more 'than 400 € for a flight that normally does not cost more' than 100, and I gave up. I know that booking in advance makes life even more to the spies' easy, but I see that also acting in an unpredictable way can very well follow. cover areas via satellite.
travel and 'was practically useless, since I have not been able to meet the freelance investigator / former perpetrator / victim of stalking technology, with which I wanted to confront. he was abroad, was going back after 2 days but it 'was held. probably draws kept away on purpose.
3 days I have been doing the tourist in Nottingham, spending a lot of money to cover (it was cold and raining) to sleep and move around. by the way, I love everything about England, except that and 'dear to those who do not know how to move.
as already 'happened in Strasbourg, I could never call to mobile numbers and home of this person, the number had been disconnected from stalkers, probably with a jammer that prevented calls not only from my cell number. but from the whole area where I was.

- got home I started looking for a flight to Granada, where I left all my things and the machine. book last minute has a price to pay, especially in August when everyone goes on vacation, and I paid the beauty of a € 200 one-way flight Bologna-Granada. I went from here to reach Barcelona, \u200b\u200b1000 km more 'to the north, with my Citroen Berlingo overloaded with suitcases, bags of all more, including Chinese bicycle.
along the way I did yet another experience of being followed at a distance by car to investigators who took turns with the aid of a gps tracker installatomi to his time in the car, and that causes me some problems to the electrical system. having made several stops to rest, some I met them in the service areas, and they just look like cops, only those that are in pairs, they are not alone. one seemed a bit 'surprised to see me there', maybe 'cause I had also stopped in the previous year.
- I was a guest of a couple of friends who live near bcn, and after several days of adventure as well as 'fruitless search for the whole city', I rented a room in a small town just outside bcn.

that evening when I finally emptied luggage from the car, the perpetrators have again sprinkled on the steering wheel, gear, doors, knobs and various buttons, radio, cable just bought my tomtom, a lubricating substance oilseeds, such as that used for polishing dashboards.
do not know if this is a harmful chemical substance, but to protect the gloves I used to always carry with me, though my fingers are, however, remained impregnated, were red and gave me the feeling of having touched or acid glue.
the night before the perpetrators were the same substance sprinkled on my netbook, the power cord and I put the suitcase in which the usual.
I found the same substance on the beauty case and polishing up some things contained therein, as the blisters of the tablets I take.
stalkers have taken advantage of me and my friends who were out to dinner, to be introduced at home.
not know what else they did, as well as oil and grease these objects, I guess they applied tiny tracking cards on every dress and furnishings that I take on trips. but perhaps not limited to this.

- these days I did some laps in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthat 'a city' very great. obviously not convenient to go downtown by car because of parking, and I used the very efficient metro.
again, despite the tracking cards in the clothes, although always on the phone that transmits location gsm, behind several people who had followed me. Some waited outside the Metro. but how could they know which bus I fell? how many use them? some running in the bike, and when they should get off the passenger behind, away from my eyes.
the script and 'always the same: when I send an sms to cross a cell phone. then continue on their way, without ever turning back. some continue to listen to music with headphones, or pretend to do so.
I imagine the amount 'of my pictures that circulate in the hands of these people. I will periodically, and distribute these extras, probably people employed on any day. who knows' if you have a written contract, and with whom.
some boys and girls are very young, and they are always "on topic" with the place where I am. the historic center Arabs or Latinos, for the shopping area of \u200b\u200bgirls and women with shopping bags, for the university students with backpack and books ... and nothing 'left to chance, you see the imprint of the agency's espionage professional, well-organized.

- find yet another intrusion into my car, in my things in my intimacy ', made me feel bad, as always.
I felt helpless, full of anger, desperation, attempted to resign myself to being a rat in a cage with no way out.
and I 'also increased the desire to document things, take pictures, video, writing in the blog or somewhere else. Sometimes I think I'm going quickly to the only way out immediately available, death ...

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Report about my case of abuse and non-consensual human experimentation
Name: angymary64
Nationality: italian
Gangstalking started in 2002
Blog: www.vitaspiata.blogspot.com
Youtube videos: angymary64 channel
born: 18/11/1964

Hello everybody.
I am a female subject of non-consensual human experimentation , a guinea pig Being watched 24on24, 7 days a week, and spit gangstalked by a covert organization That Seems To Have and to military medical profile.
I'm Trying to Understand if and how I can escape from this cage and I'm looking for support from others targets. I have found many similarities with other cases reported in mind control forums, but I’m not sure if I am really a victim of mind control, as since now I never experienced symptoms as hearing recorded voices in head, microwave burns, remote sexual assaults, induced sleep or anything like that.
I'm quite sure I have been implanted with microchip or electrodes emitting radio frequencies , but until now I haven't got any proof of evidence, as I wasn't able to perform a TAC scan nor other examinations.

The main symptoms I get are:

- a continuous “buzzz”in my head, a noise that I hear stronger when I lay in bed or in other situations of silence. This rumour is hard to describe, could be similar to a television or radio tuned on a free channel. It seems to come from both ears, that are also very sensitive to sound.When I am in remote locations, areas with no gsm coverage, open countryside, the buzz become stronger, more various and covers outside rumours. At times I have extreme heat in head, but no fever.

- dizziness, feeling of oscillation of the body, sensation of being lifted from ground when laying, all of this are stronger in remote locations;

- chronic irritation of eyes, extreme sensitivity to light and to cold, eye pulsations, alterations of vision as seeing “flying flies” or “digital high definition images” , I have strange spots in the white of eye, in pupil and below the eye;

- body emitting some kind of radiation;

- everchanging blood alterations, circulatory problems, pins and needles in hands and legs; recidive varicose veins, capillars;

- suddenly racing heart in calm and relaxed situations (ex. during meditation) with sweating and thrills;

- sensitive peripherical neuropathy, often little cramps in calfs and feet, nervs pulled, muscular stress, sensation of electrical flow running all over the body;

- depression with ups and downs, anxiety, apathy, concentration problems, daydreaming.

Work situation:

I have an accountancy degree and changed many different administrative jobs in life, I worked also in tourism, selled and rented cars , traded with shares, and so on. I have lost my last jobs because of the harrassment and now I don’t have a fixed income, apart from a little pension from social previdence.

Family situation:

I don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend, and since the harrassment has begun I find more and more difficult to have relationships. My last girlfriend could not understand I was under control and didn’t believe me, so she left. But even simple friendships have become complicated for me, in fact I have a few friends. So I suppose I can say I’m definitly single .

I’m a single mother of a 19old son , and we live together only at times, but for 3 years I lived alone as the social services took him away as a psychiatrist found me mentally ill (persecution mania). It ‘s quite ironic that just 2 months after this happened I got the most important job in my career, as executive manager in a catering corporation.

Shielding issues

I have read in the internet of many different ways of shelding oneself from technological hattacks, but until now no one of them seems to work for me. I tried alluminium or copper foil with no remarkable change. Magnets make me feel worse, the same as relocating in less crowded, less polluted countryside areas.
The only shelding I have found effective in these years is to keep moving , to change often address, to relocate in a different city, or country. The harrassment doesn’t stop anywhere of course, but at least they have to re-organize their strategies, change their movements, train other people, break-in in new flats and so on. I feel better if I don’t have to see every day my fake neighbours, being payed to watch me while I’m in toilet or to steal my rubbish from down the street.

Technological abuse

The technology always been used in my case is a kind of electromagnetic light not normally visible, it is charged to usual alternate electrical flow that becomes continuous. Perpetrators introduce it remotely – maybe by satellite – into the internal electrical systems of houses, offices, public illumination, but also in open air.
It can often causes malfuncion of all electrical appliances . I personally experience a kind of digital environment , as it was created with a 3d software, with very accurate imagery, double and multiple reflections, coloured shadows, stronger lights, echoes and hidden sounds, walls reflecting light like mirrors, magnetized objects, and other incredible things .

general effects are:
- refrigerators, ovens, tv sets, but also pieces of furniture start to “chop”(they emit one single sound as they were hit or knocked) every half an hour or so.
- All electrical lights need a few more seconds to be turned off.
- In wood pieces of every type appear stripes never noticed before.
- In monitors and televisions appear an upside line on the screen.
- In light bulbs there are two flowlines instead of one.
-Stand-by lights of appliances can change of intensity and shape.
- Even if main switch is off you still get evidence of electrical energy
- In curtains and texiles appear little folds, curtains looks heavy and starched.
- Air circulation is reduced, even with open windows.
- Little plants look weaker and don’t grow (they usually die in few months), flowers and fruits last less than usual.
- Cats become nervous and look insistently around in places where’s apparently nothing.

I have also to say that along with this technology perps can use virtual reality , small and big holograms , changing in weight and density of matter , other science fiction effects, even if they have used only a few times, when they wanted to scare me to death, as I was behaviouring so bad.

After many efforts to discover the truth I believe that I’m probably taking part in a medical-militar black project, very extended in time and with a millionaire budget available.
The project needs 24hours surveillance , that is developed with high-level tracking and spying devices, and sometimes weird, unknown technologies and the human intervention of local perpetrators (agencies of private investigations, habitual criminals, army contractors, retired cops, and so on).
The perps needs their targets to be isolated, alone and weak to be better controlled, and in my case during years they spreaded all kind of voices about me to destroy my reputation, thing very easy to do for them, as I am an ex-drug addict and had some homosexual relationships in my life.
They also created the void around me in much thougher ways, for example one week after I took on a private detective to investigate my situation, they arrested my son creating a very complicated street theatre situation in the middle of the halloween night; another time they arrested some of my friends with false evidences, with the helping hand of some corrupted cops; another friend of mine was fired because he was helping me, and the next day someone informed his wife about false things and she left him on the street.
So now everytime I’m searching for the truth I expect to get their mafia style revenge , an accident to me or to someone near me, a robbery, a theft, a strange illness, or something even worse…

How my story started

Since october 2002 I have been targeted with very aggressive gang stalking , but I had problems of break-ins in my flat and telephone problems -landline and mobile disturbed with anonymus calls from covert numbers, “one-ring-calls”, rumours, echoes, and line breakdowns, etc- since early 2000.

At first I though it was a personal revenge by an ex-boyfriend and ex-professional partner of mine, as I had to report him for fraud, - we had run a building society together- and during the investigations I did about him with my lawyer, I discovered he had a second life, being a private detective, an active nazifascist supporter with many connections with evil people.
But after a while I realized that yes, maybe I could have been involved in the organization of my harrassment in someway, but he can not be the mandator of such a worldwide extended, very expensive, sophisticated, technological harrassment.

I had my flat being entered by perpetrators many times , they used to mess thing around, replace objects with others similar, but above all they put devices that actually allow them to control the electrical system, the air and water system, and the opening-closening of all doors and windows.

I had my car and my motorbike damaged with the placement of weird gps tracking devices, that not only transmit position and hear conversations inside, but they could also turn off the engine, stop the car, close doors entraping me inside, turn on extreme heat-cold in the car, and so on.
Millions of times I noticed to have suspicious vans and trucks parked near where I was, or wandering around for hours, cars and motorbikes following mine from a discrete distance have become a normal habit in my life, so I won’t talk about this.
Sometimes I noticed groups of mimetized military people spying me.
Some of them were full equipped but some of them weared plain, formal dress. Once they were inside an empty building, it was at dawn and they were all dressed in black and were removing black curtains on windows that thy had placed by night; once they were inside moving bushes in the woods; once they come out from underground hole in a tomato plantation!
I never saw any gun, but lots of scientific/technical apparatus that I ‘m not sure what’s for.

the Cocaine experiment

The heavy gangstalking and the electromagnetic harrassment started in october 2002, exactly when I had a relapse with the use of cocaine , and was carried on with the purpose of prevent me from taking this drug.
When I tried to tell people and call for help noone of course didn’t believe me, they say that mine could have been a paranoid hallucination due to cocaine.
But the organized stalking and the harrassment was happening BEFORE the use of drug, it was not a consecuence of it!
Anyway before that period I had been an once-a-week cocaine user, without troubles and without side effects, as I used to take it only sometimes and in very low doses.
Actually I didn’t like it too much and I didn’t like the high price of it, but from that particular period I felt a very strong craving for it, I wanted it everyday and everytime. I lost control. Looking back it looks as I was possessed.
This madness started in october 2002,when I just had suspended a 5 months interferon-rybavirin therapy because of worse collateral effects, and I was feeling depressed and weakened from that kind of long and useless chemiotherapy.
After only 2 months of heavy organized stalking, with me reacting like a fool, my entire life was destroyed: I was put in a mental hospital for 2 weeks for “ paranoid delirium due to drug abuse”, I was forced to lose my job, my teenager son was taken away from me, my driving licence was suspended, my flat was damaged on a daily basis.

I think that first they caused me an artificial craving for cocaine , testing some weird chemical or hipnosys-based behaviour induction , or the craving was a side effect of the testing, then they did everything possible to discourage me from taking it:
they scared me to death with weird technologies, using virtual reality, holograms, remote-controlled objects, they put sleeping drugs in my food and drinks, closed me inside my own flat and car, make things completely disappear from the room, they reported everyone was taking drugs with me to the police, to have them arrested, but always keeped me out of it.
Actually the anti-narcotics had chances to put me in jail several times, but they closed both eyes and pretended not to see me.
They also saved my life from my attempt of suicide. I think I have an extreme high value for who’s behind the game.

The last surprising technology they used, before I gave up definitively with drugs, worked for me and also for everyone who was near me:
it was a kind of energy weapon that change the electromagnetic waves of brains, modifying neural activity , so we didn’t feel any sensation of being “high on coke”, but remain very lucid and calm.
Eventually, if i was alone and perps were in a bad mood, they could make me see only horror hallucinations, lasting for a very few minutes.
I‘m quite sure these weird images came from perps technology, as they were completely different from any natural drug effects and looked screened.
Perps also used other invisible weapons to punish me when I was trying to fight back: at times they hit my skin with some rays, at others they caused me strong headaches, poisoned my water, increased/reduced the weight of things I was carrying…and so on, I could go on telling a big amount of “absolutely impossible” things

Marco Pantani connection

The famous cyclist and big champion Marco Pantani was in my same situation of espionage and harrassment . He was under surveillance by exactly the same covert organization that still is targeting me .
I believe he took part in the same experiment with induced cocaine craving , in fact his addiction was something very distant from his way of life. He become a cocaine addict, a paranoid with persecution manias, from one day to another, like me.
He was born and used to live in Cesenatico, 30 km from my town. Reading a book about his life I discovered that we were in Cuba at the same time, in december 2003 . We didn’t meet and I thought I went to Cuba on holiday, but maybe my choice was induced with hipnosis or mind control techniques. I
n Cuba there is the best micro ocular surgery, some says. I had a very strange time in Cuba: for 2 weeks I wasn’t able to leave La Habana and didn’t visited any part of the isle. I still don’t know why.
Marco Pantani was found dead on 14 february 2004 in a Rimini residence, about ten minutes from my flat.
I had just returned in Italy two weeks before, when I watched some tv reports on his death was shocked to learn that he did exactly the same things I used to do , when trying to defend myself from their artificial scenery and virtual reality attacks.
Marco officially died for a cocaine overdose, that was mainly found in his stomach, not in his nose. I'm sure he was trying to hide coke in his mouth , as perpetrators were swallowing it technologically, then he swallowed some grams of it by accident, fighting with the virtual image of a perpetrator.
His blood was very thick and dark , it was nearly solidified matter, and this blood clotting used to happen to me as well, even with very tiny amounts of cocaine.
He had the same eyespots I have in mine, probably a similar microchip implanted . Officially his case is closed, but there are a lot of unsolved issues about his death , and probably I’m the only one who has a precise idea how things really went, apart the covert military team that killed him, of course.

My drug addiction and my medical story

I have been a drug addict for years, even if not I was not the usual addict you can find down the streets. Well I didn’t like drugs, I just hated myself.
I gave up with smack/coke in 1994, started again in 1997, gave up again in 1999.
I stayed clean until I had that bad relapse in 2002 with coke , when I first noticed harrassment and gangstalking, and my addiction went on until 2004, with many intervals in between. Even if I was addicted to drugs I have always worked and always payed my rents.
Since then I’m not taking any illegal drugs anymore, but I am still a social drinker.

Because of my past problems with heavy drugs I had several hospitalizations, in time I did many blood exams and all kind of specialist visits , so a medical corporation could have picked me up for some kind of lifelong medical testing.

Most of my past addict friends had severe immune system problems and an ex-boyfriend of mine died of AIDS . We lived together and had sex without protection, shared the same old tools…but after 20 years I’m still hiv negative . This HIV immunity I have could be a reason for doing experiments on me.

As I had previous liver problems and had recovered from hepatitis B and C, in 2001 I did a liver biopsy, and a liver cirrhosis from hepatitis C virus was found; but until now I haven’t had any symptoms of it and 8 years have past.
Actually I can still drink wine and beer, I’m quite active and have an average good quality of everyday life. Most of all the other patients with the same level of cirrhosis have died.
I strongly suspect that diagnosis was a fake.

In 2005 I did other visits with a professor, she was a specialist in new diseases, as I noticed strange spots in my eyes, in my back near the kidneys, and swollen lynfhnodes . After a few blood analysis and a spinal marrow biopsy they diagnosed me a lynphoma , a kind of fast growing blood cancer.
After further exams they say “sorry it’s not true” but insisted to cure me with a machine that washes blood, cleaning heavy cells. No need to tell that after what happened I didn’trust doctors anymore and went away.

My problem now is that I still don't have done any TAC or other digital imagery to find out if I have been implanted, and can’t find a doctor to trust.
That's it, sorry for having been so long telling you my story.

Kind regards and many many thanks for reading!

Any help or advice will be appreciated

www.vitaspiata.blogspot.com
www.youtube.com angymary64 channel

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final version of my homes abuse in the

Report about my case of abuse and non-consensual human experimentation
Name: angymary64
Nationality: italian
Gangstalking started in 2002
Blog: www.vitaspiata.blogspot.com
Youtube videos: angymary64 channel
born:18/11/1964
Hello everybody. I am a female subject of non-consensual human experimentation,a guinea pig being watched 24on24,7 days a week, spied and gangstalked by a covert organization that seems to have a military and medical profile. I'm trying to understand if and how I can escape from this cage and I'm looking for support from others targets. I have found many similarities with other cases reported in mind control forums, but I’m not sure if I am really a victim of mind control, as since now I never experienced symptoms as hearing recorded voices in head, microwave burns, remote sexual assaults, induced sleep or anything like that.
I'm quite sure I have been implanted with some microchip or electrodes emitting radio frequencies, but until now I haven't got any proof of evidence, as I wasn't able to perform a TAC scan nor other examinations..
The main symptoms I get are:
- a continuous “buzzz”in my head, a noise that I hear stronger when I lay in bed or in other situations of silence. This rumour is hard to describe, could be similar to a television or radio tuned on a free channel. It seems to come from both ears, that are also very sensitive to sound.When I am in remote locations, areas with no gsm coverage, open countryside, the buzz become stronger, more various and covers outside rumours. At times I have extreme heat in head, but no fever.
- dizziness, feeling of oscillation of the body, sensation of being lifted from ground when laying, all of this are stronger in remote locations;
- chronic irritation of eyes, extreme sensitivity to light and to cold, eye pulsations, alterations of vision as seeing “flying flies” or “digital high definition images” , I have strange spots in the white of eye, in pupil and below the eye;
- body emitting some kind of radiation
- everchanging blood alterations, circulatory problems, pins and needles in hands and legs; recidive varicose veins, capillars;
- suddenly racing heart in calm and relaxed situations (ex. during meditation) with sweating and thrills;
- sensitive peripherical neuropathy, often little cramps in calfs and feet, nervs pulled, muscular stress, sensation of electrical flow running all over the body;
- depression with ups and downs, anxiety, apathy, concentration problems, daydreaming.
Work situation:
I have an accountancy degree and changed many different administrative jobs in life, I worked also in tourism, selled and rented cars , traded with shares, and so on. I have lost my last jobs because of the harrassment and now I don’t have a fixed income, apart from a little pension from social previdence.
Family situation:
I don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend, and since the harrassment has begun I find more and more difficult to have relationships. My last girlfriend could not understand I was under control and didn’t believe me, so she left. But even simple friendships have become complicated for me, in fact I have a few friends. So I suppose I can say I’m definitly single.
I’m a single mother of a 19old son, and we live together only at times, but for 3 years I lived alone as the social services took him away as a psychiatrist found me mentally ill (persecution mania). It ‘s quite ironic that just 2 months after this happened I got the most important job in my career, as executive manager in a catering corporation.
Shielding
I have read in the internet of many different ways of shelding oneself from technological hattacks, but until now no one of them seems to work for me. I tried alluminium or copper foil with no remarkable change. Magnets make me feel worse, the same as relocating in less crowded, less polluted countryside areas.
The only shelding I have found effective in these years is to keep moving, to change often address, to relocate in a different city, or country. The harrassment doesn’t stop anywhere of course, but at least they have to re-organize their strategies, change their movements, train other people, break-in in new flats and so on. I feel better if I don’t have to see every day my fake neighbours, being payed to watch me while I’m in toilet or to steal my rubbish from down the street.
Technological abuse
The technology always been used in my case is a kind of electromagnetic light not normally visible, it is charged to usual alternate electrical flow that becomes continuous. Perpetrators introduce it remotely – maybe by satellite – into the internal electrical systems of houses, offices, public illumination, but also in open air.
It can often causes malfuncion of all electrical appliances. I personally experience a kind of digital environment, as it was created with a 3d software, with very accurate imagery, double and multiple reflections, coloured shadows, stronger lights, echoes and hidden sounds, walls reflecting light like mirrors, magnetized objects, and other incredible things .
general effects are:
refrigerators, ovens, tv sets, but also pieces of furniture start to “chop”(they emit one single sound as they were hit or knocked) every hour or so.
All electrical lights need a few more seconds to be turned off.
In wood pieces of every type appear stripes never noticed before.
In monitors and televisions appear an upside line on the screen.
In light bulbs there are two flowlines instead of one.
Stand-by lights of appliances can change of intensity and shape.
Even if main switch is off you still get evidence of electrical energy
In curtains and texiles appear little folds, curtains looks heavy and starched.
Air circulation is reduced, even with open windows.
Little plants look weaker and don’t grow (they usually die in few months), flowers and fruits last less than usual.
Cats become nervous and look insistently around in places where’s apparently nothing.
I have also to say that along with this technology perps can use virtual reality, small and big holograms, changing in weight and density of matter, other science fiction effects, even if they have used only a few times, when they wanted to scare me to death, as I was behaviouring so bad.
After many efforts to discover the truth I believe that I’m probably taking part in a medical-militar black project, very extended in time and with a millionaire budget available.
The project needs 24hours surveillance, that is developed with high-level tracking and spying devices, and sometimes weird, unknown technologies and the human intervention of local perpetrators (agencies of private investigations, habitual criminals, army contractors, retired cops, and so on).
The perps needs their targets to be isolated, alone and weak to be better controlled, and in my case during years they spreaded all kind of voices about me to destroy my reputation, thing very easy to do for them, as I am an ex-drug addict and had some homosexual relationships in my life.
They also created the void around me in much thougher ways, for example one week after I took on a private detective to investigate my situation, they arrested my son creating a very complicated street theatre situation in the middle of the halloween night; another time they arrested some of my friends with false evidences, with the helping hand of some corrupted cops; another friend of mine was fired because he was helping me, and the next day someone informed his wife about false things and she left him on the street.
So now everytime I’m searching for the truth I expect to get their mafia style revenge, an accident to me or to someone near me, a robbery, a theft, a strange illness, or something even worse…
How my story started
Since october 2002 I have been targeted with very aggressive gang stalking, but I had problems of break-ins in my flat and telephone problems -landline and mobile disturbed with anonymus calls from covert numbers, “one-ring-calls”, rumours, echoes, and line breakdowns, etc- since early 2000.
At first I though it was a personal revenge by an ex-boyfriend and ex-professional partner of mine, as I had to report him for fraud, - we had run a building society together- and during the investigations I did about him with my lawyer, I discovered he was a private detective, a fascist supporter with many connections with evil people, but after a while I realized that yes, maybe I could have been involved in the organization in someway, but can not be the mandator of such a extended, very expensive, sophisticated, technological harrassment.
I had my flat being entered by perpetrators many times, they used to mess thing around, replace object with others similar, but above all they put devices that actually allow them to control the electrical system, the air and water system, and the opening-closening of all doors and windows.
I had my car and my motorbike damaged with the placement of weird tracking devices, that not only transmit position and hear conversations, but could also turn off the motor, stop the car, close the doors entraping me inside, put maximum heat-cold in the car, and so on.
Millions of times I noticed to have vans and trucks parked near me, cars and motorbikes following mine are a habit, so I won’t talk about this, but sometimes I noticed groups of mimetized military people spying me. Some of them were full equipped but some of them weared plain, formal dress. Once they were inside an empty building, it was at dawn and they were all dressed in black and placed black curtains on windows; once they were inside moving bushes in the woods; once they come out from underground hole in a tomato plantation! I never saw any gun, but lots of scientific apparatus that I don’t know what’s for.
Cocaine experiment
The heavy gangstalking and the electromagnetic harrassment started exactly when I had a relapse with the use of cocaine, and was carried on with the purpose of prevent me from taking this drug or not to make me feel any pleasant effect.
Before that period I had been using cocaine in the past without troubles, as I used to take it only sometimes and in very low doses, because I didn’t like it too much and because of the high price, but in that particular period I felt a very strong craving for it, I wanted it everyday and everytime, looking back it looks as I was possessed.
This started in october 2002,when I just suspended a 5 months interferon-rybavirin therapy because of worse collateral effects, and I was depressed and weakened from that kind of chemiotherapy.
After only 2 months my entire life was destroyed: I was put in a mental hospital for 2 weeks for “ paranoid delirium due to drug abuse”, I was forced to lose my job, my teenager son was taken away from me, my driving licence was suspended, my flat was damaged on a daily basis
I think that first they caused me an artificial craving for cocaine, testing some weird chemical or hipnosys-based behaviour induction, or the craving was a side effect of the testing, then they did everything possible to discourage me from taking it: they scared me to death with weird technologies, using virtual reality, holograms, remote-controlled objects, they put sleeping drugs in my food and drinks, closed me inside my own flat and car, make stuff disappear from the room, they reported everyone was taking drugs with me to the police, but keeping me out of it. Gangstalkers followed me everywhere in groups acting street theatre…and so on, until the last surprising technology they used, that worked for me and also for everyone who was near: a kind of energy weapon that changed the electromagnetic waves of brain, modifying neural activity, so we didn’t feel any sensation of being “high on coke”, but eventually, if we went on consuming it, could feel only horror allucinations
Marco Pantani
The famous cyclist and big champion Marco Pantani was in my same situation of harrassment. He was under surveillance by exactly the same covert organization that is targeting me. I believe he took part in the same experiment with induced cocaine craving, in fact his addiction was something very distant from his way of life. He become a cocaine addict and a paranoid with persecution manias from one day to another, like me. He was born and used to live in Cesenatico, 30 km from my town. Reading a book about his life I discovered that we were in Cuba at the same time, in december 2003. He was found dead on 14 february 2004 in a Rimini residence, at about ten minutes from my home. I had just returned in Italy two weeks before, watched some tv reports on his death and was shocked to learn he did exactly the same things I used to do, trying to defend myself from their vrtual reality attacks. Marco Pantani died for a cocaine overdose, that was found in his stomach, and I'm sure he was trying to hide it in his mouth, as perpetrators were swallowing it technologically, then he swallowed some grams of it fighting with a virtual ghost. Officially his case is closed, but there are a lot of unsolved issues about his death, and probably I’m the only one who has a precise idea how things really went, apart the covert military that killed him, of course.
My drug addiction and my medical story
I have been a drug addict for many years, I gave up in 1994, started again in 1997, gave up again in 1999, then had that bad relapse in 2002, when I first noticed harrassment and gangstalking, and it went on until 2004, with many intervals in between. Since then I’m not taking illegal drugs anymore, but I am still a alchool social drinker.
Because of my past problems with heavy drugs I had several hospitalizations, in time I did many blood exams and all kind of specialist visits, so they could have picked me up for some kind of lifelong medical testing.
Most of my past friends had immune system problems and one of my ex-boyfriend died of AIDS, we lived together and had sex without protection, fixed heroin with the same old tools…but after 20 years I’m still hiv negative. This HIV immunity also could be a reason for doing experiments on me.
As I had liver problems and had recovered from hepatitis B and C, in 2001 I did a liver biopsy, and a liver cirrosis was found; but until now I haven’t had any symptoms of it and 8 years have past. Actually I still drink beer, be active and have an average good quality of everyday life.
I strongly suspect that diagnosis was a fake.
In 2005 I did other visits with a professor specialist in new diseases, as I noticed strange spots in my eyes, in my back near the kidneys, and swollen lynfhnodes. After a few blood analysis and a spinal marrow biopsy they diagnosed me a lynphoma, a kind of fast growing blood cancer.
After further exams they say “sorry it’s not true, but you still have cirrosis” but insisted to cure me with a machine that wash blood cleaning heavy cells. But after what happened I didn’trust doctors anymore and went away. The problem is that I still don't have done any TAC or other digital imagery to find out if I have been implanted.

Kind regards and many many thanks for reading!
Any help or advice will be appreciated
www.vitaspiata.blogspot.com
www.youtube.com angymary64 channel