I might have to write a fantasy, sci fi, historic fiction book wink wink :)
Long time no see or read everyone! I’m starting up again, life has been exciting last 6 weeks, particularly the last month. Think I experienced my last targeting by V2K, Satellite beam forming. The satellite and V2K was constant, gave me poor sleep, my son was waking up angry, the Satellite beam forms that cut internally and irradiate, hit me every night for 3 or 4 weeks, it’s a bit of a blur. They gave me clots in my ankles trying to induce a heart attack, they even hit me in the cock trying to make me infertile and limp, didn’t work though I heal fast, gang stalking, and they had 3 goes, they wanted to chop me up, harvest organs and burn me apparently. They hurt my 13 year old daughter with satellite months before and that is unforgivable in my book.
The Story 1
On the way to a meditation with my son, Sunday 5th of July. Travelling through the hills up a highway, heading to my rock, I noticed we were being followed after passing the last fuel station, some new hybrid Rover. Passing the truck rest stop, I turned the volume down on the radio, as I know they can listen through the speakers. I said “Son, look behind us and watch this, yeah we’re just going up to the rock for a meditation, yeah I am that fucking good!”. The Rover slowed down, indicated right and turned into the truck rest stop, came back on to the highway and returned back towards the fuel station. Cowards! Mind you the vehicle I drive has a massive bulbar and tow ball that hangs out just a little too far.
Driving past the rock, there was a Sedan parked on the gravel where the bush track is, so I continued to the lookout turn off to do a U-turn. Coming back past the rock and the sedan, and the track, an off road on road motor bike pulled out of the track, sped up tailgating us, swerving side to side, being aggressive contemplating doing something stupid. Followed me all the way back to the local town, turned off on a local road, fool thought better of it.
Story 2
Latter that night I ran out of tea, so I ventured down to the supermarket that’s open 24 hours, bought tea and few other things. Then on the way home, this woman ran out onto the road waving her arms. I slowed down, stopped, and left the 4x4 in drive. The woman with short blonde hair, with smudged tattoos on her third knuckles across her left hand, who was a stranger to me opened the door, standing on the door step, left side in the car, right hand hidden she said “You need to help me and take me to my friends!”. I replied “I’ll take you to the Police station!”. The woman agitated repeated “You need to help me, take me to my friends!” Then I said “I’m going to the Police station RIGHT NOW!!!”. The woman grunted, slammed the door, and threw a small pot of white paint on the front left tire of the 4x4. I took off. I could see the Woman sprinting into the Catholic Primary School. That’s where her friends were waiting to chop me up. That woman wanted to throw that pot of paint in my face, I could feel her ill intent in my heart, it’s why I had the 4x4 in drive and my foot ready to hit the accelerator. Their hearts are certainly not going to be lighter then a feather.
I did go to the Police station that officer that night didn’t believe me, nor recorded anything. Such is life. The next day the Police Sgt who was ex military was far more helpful. :) Got my message out.
After the Police station that night, I went home, gathered stuff up told my son I would draw them away. I yelled out “I’m going to central Police station, I’m going to central Police station, I’m going to central Police station!!!” A diversion, I already had my suspicions that these Satanists had access to Plantir. I took off, Driving through some back streets two cars were trying to block me in. I tricked them by not indicating, the driver in front of me knew too, it’s why he tried to slow down even more. Too late I got a turbo. I managed to find my way out bush, to lay low for the night. Next morning, a Monday I got an auto electrician to check the OBD ports and the wire harnessing, no tracker. Plantir.
Story 3
The next day Tuesday, I get a message from Nic Wreckers, who’s profile is now deleted from Facebook, he was pretending to be my friend, I didn’t trust him as he’s slimy. He said something along the lines of, “Hey Bud, can you help me with some electronic paperwork this afternoon?”. Such a pathetic lair! I replied something along the lines of, “I went for a meditation with my Son Sunday evening, ex soldiers were waiting for me up at the rock, they had guns man. Then that night some woman waved me down and tried to lead me out the 4x4, to her friends, they wanted to chop me up lol. I wouldn’t want their KARMA. I’m above your pay grade. I am a Devine being and I am Divinely protected. I don’t see when it happens, I know they die and don’t come back.”. I tried to warn him, he was pretending to be my friend after all.
That evening on dark at 7:00pm I went for a walk, I thought it best to bring an umbrella with me, even though it wasn’t raining, I thought it would make a great weapon. Low and behold, on a corner half a block down from where I live a car rolled up. Yeah, it was Nick Wreckers, some young blond punk form the bon fire party, and burly ex-Army bikie. I crossed the road, leaving them on the opposite corner, it seemed their old sedan was having mechanical difficulties. This old abandoned house with over grown garden, no lights was perfect for me, I disappeared into the dark, I can see in the dark. Ironically it seems Satanists are fearful of the dark. None got out of the Sedan to follow me. The Sedan was still malfunctioning, who knows what was happening to those Satanists inside the Sedan. I wouldn’t want their KARMA.
Feels so surreal, it’s great to be back. Oh on Wednesday I healed my daughter and many others, that night I was gifted the Crown, by my Light Being Brothers in arms. :)
There is only one way, and it is through ME!
