Splitting Helicopter Beams

I was going to talk about helicopter beams. You know, beams being fired out at humans from helicopters, to give them schizophrenia? Don’t pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s commonplace in this day and age. They poison the mind with an electronic virus, boosting the signal so as the subject can still continue to hear voices and hallucinate. Very real indeed. I’ve started splitting them on my own, with a little help from God. They disperse and dissipate around me sometimes. I walk free. No weapon formed against me shall prosper. I sincerely believe that. Ever since a bullet bounced off me in the car park.

I was just walking to the shop last time, after a binge. My energy was low as is per usual, and all the hate mobbers were out in force. When I’m down, I notice an increase in flashy motors driving by me and everything. They really do not try to hide the fact that they are swarming around me. After a USE UP, the general public become rude and insulting everywhere I go. This is basic gang-stalking. Taking photographs is one of their many weapons. Once you’ve been involved for a number of years, they are easy to spot. But anyway, I was walking to the shop and this translucent grey ray from the air shattered around my body. My voices said that I did it with my own power, and that was why they were persecuting me, because of my power. They make out that I’m some powerful supernatural deity. They say that I am better than God. They attack you, call you weak and deserving, and when you batter them, they hold that against you as well. They are totally unreasonable. You can’t win with them.

Imagine what chance clones have got in the future with voices from the ether; they won’t stand a chance, once they’re dehumanized. Dehumanizing the target is the first page in the manual of gang-stalking. At first, they told me that I was a clone. At one point I half-believed that I was a spider. A spider! My Boy Lee Brownbill, AKA The Badger, once thought he was changing into a spider, after ingesting a spice bucket in jail. His head fell down his back and his limbs grew longer, so he reported.

These electronic viral beams can also come from people’s phones. I’ve witnessed people pointing phones at me and commenting why the software hasn’t worked with my own eyes and ears. I stress again, it’s real. If you’re reading this piece here at the blogspot, I take it that you have an open mind similar to mine, and believe in such stuff. In this day and age, someone can shoot something out of their mobile phone into your head and give you a electronically-generated malady that mimics acute schizophrenia. Voices and visions, baby, voices and visions. I fap to mine. That’s how much they mean to me.

Pay day tonight, at half nine at the cash point. I’ve been thinking about spending all my doe on coke, but I SERIOUSLY can’t afford to be doing that. I think I might have a nice week of fine dining and drinking and smoking with no wolves at the door. I can always get high over the Christmas period, there’s no rush. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and abstinence for a while never hurt anybody. I think I’ll just be patient and wait another week or so till blowout. Till my voices sound sexy and spazzy to me. It’s a great turn-on, that combination, sexy and spazzy. Don’t forget bossy also, while you’re there! Lol! They tell me to get hard NOW, while sounding like a remedial. I shouldn’t really say it, but it is great horny fun. Masturbating to voices in your head! God! You wouldn’t want it for your children, would you!? But neither would you want dull porno…