1-13-22
Tampering
So I guess I might as well write more. I took a break from writing, for several reasons, not one reason in particular. A funny thing to note is, I’ve been mostly vlogging lately, and my harassers have been trying to get me to blog and not vlog, even suggesting that I have my old college cyberstalking friend of mine speak for me 😑
Anyway, so I bought a bike about a couple of weeks ago. I usually park it somewhere where there are surveillance cameras. So about a week ago, I returned to my bike and as I take off, I noticed the handle bars were loosened. I suspected it could have been a couple of individuals, as these individuals are the few people who have tools in the building. A couple of days later I noticed a couple of the cable end caps were removed. These could have been removed by either the same people or my roommate. So I decided to call the building security to see if the surveillance footage could be reviewed. They told me the supervisor wasn’t available and to try again on Monday; it was a Friday.
Over the weekend I bought a vehicle, as I mentioned. It seems as though people have been pressuring me to purchase a new vehicle and not a used vehicle; the pressuring is indirect. I’m not sure why; it’s probably because they want me to spend my savings, and because of this cyberstalking, people know how much I’ve saved. As someone who’s being oppressed and enslaved by big tech, I pinch pennies. I used to worry about my next paycheck, and it’s not because I didn’t want to work, it’s because of the cyberstalking, human trafficking, enslavement, and oppression. I need all the money I have and a lot more. I haven’t been able to live a normal life since this cyberstalking, high tech concentration camp started, and I won’t be able to live a normal life after the cyberstalking, high tech concentration camp ends, if it ever does, as there appears to be no end in sight… America is starting to suck. This year will be ten years since the cyberstalking started.
Anyway, so with the harassment I experience, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone vandalized my vehicle. It has happened before, and I actually blogged about it back in 2019. I just got the vehicle, and nobody has caused any vandalism yet. However, it seems as though someone is getting into my car. Just today, I returned to my car and noticed some tampering (someone just slammed a door, probably angry that I’m writing about this and I think they just whispered “pedo” … thanks, Elon lol … and either “die” or “eye”). I store my bike in my vehicle. The bike isn’t tuned, so there is a section of the rim that rubs against the brake pad. I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am… it seems like someone got into my vehicle and placed the wheel to have the rim rub against the brake pad. So as I drive away I hear a squeaking noise that I didn’t hear before. Since I was convinced someone somehow got into my vehicle, I called building security again, and they said they would call me back… we’ll see if they do…
Then I returned to my car later, and it might just be me, but noticed a piece of glass on the seat that might have been placed there by someone, and this is after someone, a stalker, followed me out of the building whispering stuff.
I wouldn’t be surprised if this type of stuff continues. The last time I wrote about my car being vandalized, I had much more publicity than I thought I did. Now I have way more publicity, and I’m aware of it.
This cyberstalking sucks.
1-14-22
“Gilbert”
So “Gilbert” is a buzz word that people will say often, randomly, indirectly, more recently lately. It’s one of the many buzz words my father, the main person driving this cyberstalking culture, has told people to say to control the way people treat me and promote his death wish for me.
Gilbert was my neighbor at the house I grew up at before moving to the second house I grew up at. Before Gilbert was my neighbor, my father knew him as his best friend’s cousin and high school classmate.
Gilbert and his cousin spent a lot of time around my father. They were always working on construction projects. At one point they were all into drugs. That generation got hit hard with hard drugs. There’s a reason there was once a war on drugs. Drugs are bad. Some people are happy doing drugs and are actually really nice people. Some people do drugs to cope. For some people, drugs make them violent. When I was young, it created a culture of violent egos… until that behavior was frowned upon. Part of the evil cyberstalking culture is due to that epidemic of hard drugs and culture of violent egos. Back then, “everyone was doing drugs,” as I’ve been told before. Everyone from my father’s generation to my mother’s generation, who are 10 years apart, were doing drugs. My father was 26 years old and my mother was 16 years old. By the way, this explains why this cyberstalking culture is so focused on portraying me as a pedophile, and might actually explain the reasons for the start of the child abuse. The culture of violent egos also explains why the cyberstalking culture also tries to portray me as a violent individual who needs to smoke marijuana to calm down. I’m not a violent individual, and people know this, and know that it’s a fallacy. The reason the cyberstalking culture promotes this fallacy of me needing to smoke marijuana to calm down is because it describes my father’s behavior and how he’d smoke marijuana to calm down. My father, before the cyberstalking, would have these violent emotional outbursts. He’s also a control freak. So my stepmom, and even my sisters and I, would want him to smoke marijuana so he would stop taking out his anger on us. Those years he was on house arrest were hell. So it’s as if this cyberstalking culture has been used by my father to force upon me his “negatives,” such as the pedophilia and the calming of marijuana.
Anyway, so Gilbert and his cousin were the happy go lucky type of drug users. My father was the violent type of drug user. Eventually my father stopped doing hard drugs, so he says, I’m not exactly sure when he stopped, but I know he almost overdosed. He shamelessly told me one time that drugs really got a hold of him and that he then used drugs to control people. Just like with the cyberstalking. The people who partake in this cyberstalking culture, he controls them. He owns all of you. Y’all sold your soul to the devil. That’s how the devil works. He’ll get you to do something bad, and once you do so, he owns you. You’ll say the buzz words he wants you to say and he tell you what it means, but you have no idea of the origin of the buzz words or what it actually means, and you’ll do as he says because you want your high. It’s the reason I sometimes call my harassers “addicts.”
So my father and his friends were working on my fathers house, and they discover that my neighbors were into drugs. My neighbor was a woman, who “wore the pants,” and her kids and her ex husband. Since they were into drugs, they became friends. By the way, my father told me, and everyone knows this because they allude to this neighbor, but my father and his friends had group sex with my neighbor. It’s probably the reason my mother might have agreed to group sex when the rapists asked her, not knowing my father told them to beat her as well, similar to the way he used to beat her. By the way, my father is a very sexually perverted person, and I don’t need to convince anyone of this… I think one time he got doctors, people who went to medical school, to say something perverted.
So eventually, Gilbert and his cousin move in with my neighbor. Unlike his cousin, Gilbert was in the country illegally. There were a couple of times Gilbert got arrested for drug possession, went to jail for sometime and got deported. He would then enter the country illegally.
So before I get into why people say “Gilbert,” I’d describe Gilbert as an incredibly nice person and extremely funny. So, the reason harassers now say “Gilbert” is because Gilbert eventually moved back to and stayed in Mexico. Supposedly, and this is what my father tells me, and I never fully believe what my father tells me, but Gilbert moved to the city where his family is from and they didn’t want anything to do with him. My father says he went to visit Gilbert and told me about his time with Gilbert. I’m convinced my father visited Gilbert in Mexico because the story he told me sounded like Gilbert. Anyway, so supposedly, according to my father, there was some guy who was bullying Gilbert. I don’t believe this. I believe my father was telling me this back in 2017 when I moved back home from my studio to intimidate me from moving away. I know people observing this cyberstalking and even my harassers would be convinced of this effort by my father to intimidate me from moving away; sounds like a slave owner, right? As my father was telling me this, he had this sick and evil demeanor, and he was standing on a tree stump. He started telling me this about Gilbert by telling me he got news that Gilbert died. He told me that Gilbert was living in a shack like structure he built himself, but Gilbert knows how to build, so WTF. Apparently in Mexico you can claim land as yours, and I guess Gilbert claimed a certain plot as his. He told me he saw the inside of the shack and something about how Gilbert had built a hole or something that he would cuddle up and sleep in. But I know Gilbert’s style. He’s a builder, he’s neat, smart, and would build and organize a place to sleep comfortably. I think my father was trying to call me a coward and was alluding to the tool room he told me to climb and unlock the day the undercover cop showed up to the house. So basically, with this story, my father was telling me if I move away, I’m going to be mistreated, calling me a coward and pretty much telling me to die.
It’s just crazy to think how my father was actually given the ability to cyberstalk me by big tech insiders almost 10 years ago, and now, people I don’t even know have the ability to cyberstalk me and reach out to entities, giving me a ton of publicity.
Anyway, so in conclusion, my father tells people to say “Gilbert” because I’m now far from home and my father wishes for me to be unwelcome and bullied… and die.
This cyberstalking sucks.
“Michael”
Alright, so while I’m talking about buzz words, I might as well write about another buzz word that’s actually used more often. This buzz word is “Michael.” I’m sure, given the gossip that goes on about me somewhere on the Internet, people who are observing this cyberstalking and my harassers might already be piecing together the origin and reason for this buzz word.
So firstly, this buzz word is used to threaten me and intimidate me. However, the purpose of this buzz word was to put a “wedge,” which is another shameless buzz word, between me and Michael. This buzz word was created by my father and exemplifies human trafficking characteristics, since, before he started the buzz word, he literally put himself in between Michael and me, when my father and I were returning a tool I borrowed from Michael.
So who is Michael. Michael is my sisters ex boyfriend. The first couple of years I knew Michael, I seriously disliked him. He was so rude and disrespectful, and I didn’t know how to verbally defend myself, so it was quite frustrating. Eventually, Michael grew up, and I actually grew fond of Michael. Unfortunately, my sister and Michael broke up. Michael and my father still talked after my sister broke up with Michael, and there’s a reason for this that I didn’t realize before. They might still talk, but I’m not sure.
So my father told my harassers to say “Michael” to intimidate me, not knowing the full story. So what I’m about to mention next must have made it to the gossip about me on the Internet, and it was something that I was suspicious of, but I’m more sure of now. Anyway, so it looks like my father killed Michael’s dog. Why would my father kill Michael’s dog? Well, as I’ve mentioned in the vlogs, in 2013, I got upset at my sister’s graduation party. I was upset with the cyberstalking and harassment; it was the start of the hijacking of my life and there was noting I could do about it… and then someone barked in my face. I don’t know what phase or which vlog I talked about this, but all I said was “the night didn’t end well.” As you can see in the vlogs, I can’t really sugar coat the story any more. I’d say after phase 12 of the cyberstalking, there was a point where I could no longer sugar coat my life story, and the sugar coating stops after the cyberstalkers had my cousin attack me and after I was fired from an abusive employer under pretext. For example, I sugar coated the story when I said that guy looked me in awe when I went to my college friend’s apartment. That’s how I interpreted it at the time, however, I eventually realized that he was actually gasping looking at me, but turning towards the window telling me to jump and commit suicide. This was after my father spoke with this college friend and gave him the ability to cyberstalk, and the plan was to have me move in with an effort to cause harm.
So why didn’t that night at my sisters graduation party in 2013 end well? So I got upset, and just stood there and did nothing. My father walks out to the backyard and gets aggressive with me. I said a couple things of things, some of which are true and obvious now. I said “you don’t love me, you don’t have my back… nobody has my back.” I was hurt because I really did love my friends and family, but because of this cyberstalking, I had no support and was being hated on. Eventually, I determined that I’m on my own. Nobody loves me, and I don’t love anyone. I love myself.
So after getting soft, my father lunges at me trying to grab the back of my neck. I was disgusted and offended and embarrassed. So, I simply blocked his arm and then walked inside the house towards the front yard to get away from the party. My father must have felt embarrassed that I blocked his arm because he followed me into the house and before I made it to the front door, to my surprise, he pulled me down to the ground and put me in a chokehold. I was immensely offended. Not only was my father gaslighting and cyberstalking, but now he’s getting physical with me! Luckily, I broke away from the chokehold.
Anyway, so this must have gotten to my father’s ego. As I’ve mentioned before, my father takes on this Scarface persona, and uses it to control and intimidate people. Just imagine the emotions you get from Scarface… it’s a scary movie. All you have to say is “cartel” and people are shook and comply with my father’s instructions. And since my father’s ego is solely based on this fantasy Scarface persona, he felt compelled to reinstate his ego.
At that time, I was very forgiving. I figured people would grow up with time and hoped the cyberstalking would eventually stop. So, I moved back home from the apartment. I’d say either a month or two after I moved back home, my father tells me to go with him. He said, “let’s go for a ride.” Eventually during the drive my father tells me my sister called him crying and said one of their dogs is dead. That’s unfortunate, right? But why go to my sister’s place? The situation seemed odd. My sister and Michael were renting my parents second house. They had four dogs. Two of the dogs bred two more dogs: two male and two female. I can’t recall what my father told me exactly. He might have told me the dogs got into a fight, but I’m not sure. What I recall is, my father telling me that my sister called my father about one of the dogs being dead, and me not wanting to go, and wondering why my father would take me. Seemed odd, but I wasn’t sure, I was still unsure afterward, it’s only with time that I make sense of the incident.
So my father and I show up to the house and my sister, Michael, and Michael’s brother and girlfriend are in the garage where the dogs would stay. The father dog was lying dead in the cage. We were all curious how the father dog, the smallest of the dogs, died. I recall Michael looking at his childhood dog, now dead, in disbelief, opening his brown eyes widely for a brief moment. In hindsight, I see that expression as, “dude, you killed my dog!” I said it was probably the biggest dog, the mother dog, who was a gift from Michael to my sister. For what I recall, they all said no, and with certainty. My father acts like he’s a dog whisperer. For some reason the son dog was in the backyard. My father says that he’s going to see if it was the son dog. So my father leaves the garage using the closed door leading to the backyard. Moments later, my father returned saying it was the son dog, saying the son dog had blood on his teeth. I thought that was strange. The father dog had no blood on him, and you’d think that if there was blood on the teeth of the son dog, that it would’ve already been gone by then. Anyway, my father might have given my sister some advice and then we left. It was strange and I was confused. Did I think my father might have killed the dog? It was probably a hint of a thought, but yeah. Why he would kill that dog, I’m not sure, it was even less of a hint of a thought, and it would require a lot of time and additional interactions to figure out why and link it to that night my father put me in a chokehold. And I do briefly recall that I figured if my father didn’t kill the dog, he was using that incident to intimidate me, simply by the way he was behaving. He wasn’t saddened or in disbelief. He was intentionally slightly tense. Did I feel intimidated? No, and seriously. I grew up around my father. I felt a tickle of disgust. Very low, but so pitiful and silly.
Like I mentioned before, my father would talk about how people fear the unknown. He’ll use fear to control people. If it’s not the intimidation kind of fear, it’s fear of a negative reaction, people who will simple comply to avoid any problems or controversies… sounds like I’m describing a brat.
Anyway, so eventually Michael and my sister break up. Eventually I see that Michael is spending time with family friends of my family. Michael knows these people from school. I know these people from soccer. The father was my coach, and I spent a lot of time with his family. In the social media photos, it appears that Michael and my coach’s family are in disapproval of my father’s actions and the mistreatment of me. So what happens? So this was around 2017, when I moved back to my parents house. I’m being cyberstalked and harassed, and the cyberstalking culture had grown quite a bit. As I’ve noted with the cyberstalking culture, if anyone seems to be fond of me, the cyberstalkers have to turn those people against me. So what does my father do? He pretty much tells my coach’s family that since he gave them money, drug money, so that they wouldn’t miss the rent bill, he pretty much owns them. So they stop channeling any positivity towards me and have been forced into the cyberstalking culture. As far as Michael, well… let’s just say Michael is a businessman, and my father made a business deal with Michael to only do business with him, even though my sister and him are no longer together. Michael has good parents. Actually, during my father’s violent ego control freak days before the cyberstalking, Michael’s father put a restraining order on my father for sending threatening messages. Anyway, so since Michael is a businessman and he wants my father’s business, he doesn’t hold any grudges against my father and tries to convey to my father that he understands my fathers motive for killing his dog; my father should have been charged with animal cruelty. Michael does this by displaying his guns on social media. He was being a demagogue. He was telling my father he’s threatening me with his guns, and also saying that he understands that my father was scared of my “guns,” essentially. At the same time he was also telling me that I “have guns.” However, I didn’t interpret it that way. I thought he was just being an jerk. So Micheal shows up to my parent’s house and is catering to my father by saying things to annoy me. So since Michael was saying things to annoy me, and I interpreted his displaying of guns as him being a jerk, I pretty much called him a jerk as he was leaving. However, as Michael was leaving, he was actually channeling some positivity towards me, but I had already called him jerk, and I heard Michael get kind of hurt by me calling him a jerk. So after that, I realized that Michael was trying to be neutral, which was forced upon by my father.
So my father sees that Michael was channeling positivity towards me as he was leaving, and that I had called him a jerk, not fully interpreting what he was posting on social media. So what does my father do? He starts using the buzz word “Michael” to establish a firm wedge between Michael and I, but my harassers don’t know this. My harassers know the buzz word “Michael” as a way to threaten me and intimidate me, as if Michael doesn’t like me. It’s the reason when I’m about to go out and about, I’ll hear this person who spies on me say “Michael.”
So again, this is my father’s way to turn people against me, and it works because he was given the ability to cyberstalk by big tech.
1-16-22
Water Pressure
So, where I currently live, the water pressure was decent when I moved in. I’d say about a couple of months ago, the water pressure decreased drastically and would vary quite a bit, sometimes having a usable water pressure and other times having a barely usable water pressure. It’s something I’ve been working around. For example, I don’t use the shower head; I use the tub facet and a container. I would have told building management about it, but I figured it was a way harass me, especially since this person who watches me and verbally harasses me in my living space seems to be able to control the water pressure and will do so to annoy me and say stuff like, “you’re hurt.” I’m more convinced of the motive now because, it’s been months, and no one else in the building has notified building management… so it seems, because the problem with the water pressure still exists.
In December I was told to fill out a survey and note if there were any issues with the living space. I noted that the water pressure was low. It’s January now, and the water pressure is still low, and varies.
I drafted the blog topics above on the corresponding dates and I’ve been getting responses from people, and I haven’t even published this blog to the Internet yet. It’s the same kind of responses that I get from the vlogs, which appear to get no views. I’m sure when I actually publish this blog, I’ll get more reactions.
So one of the reactions and retaliations to this blog, and specifically, to the part I mention my bike being tampered with by people with tools, is, starting yesterday, the water pressure was so low that the water is essentially not useable; the water drips from the facet, then sputters out with air, with moments of absolutely no water. So I messaged the after-business-hours point of contact for the building, and they said they would contact building maintenance on Tuesday, because Monday is a holiday and they wouldn’t consider this an emergency. They also mentioned that I could possibly call the main office to see if they could help. It was late, around 11 PM yesterday, but since that office is open 24 hrs, I figured I’d call. So I called and the person seemed insincere to me, and seemed to be mocking my vlogs. This person said that I could go to the office and fill out a form for maintenance, and also mentioned that it might be possible for them to move me to a new room. It was late, so I said I’d go to the office tomorrow.
So I went to this office today, and the person there told me something different. This person told me there was nothing they could do about it immediately, and that I’d have to wait until Tuesday and talk to the people at the office for the building I live in. So with that, I figured it was obvious that the varying water pressure is being used to harass me. I have text messages which can support my effort to resolve this issue and being given the run around.
So I send an update message to the after hours point of contact for my building, and they tell me to not go to the office on Tuesday, that they would take care of it. So I run some errands and return to my room, and the water pressure is back to the usable water pressure level, but still lower than it was when I moved in. So I then start cleaning dishes, and then eventually, the water pressure is lowered once again, and this person who spies and verbally harasses me says, “you’re hurt!” I think she just whispered “cry” as I’m typing this…