Ignoramus

I’m having a refreshing opinion change of my circumstances. It concerns my current gang-stalking trap, and it concerns the mind-bending acceptance of being tortured alive until death. Because of my indescribable joy, and my peace beyond all human understanding, I’m losing interest in such matters, sickle cell condition or not. When you read up on your situation online, and discover the extent of your enemies efforts to mastermind your downfall, you want to throw yourself off a motorway bridge.

They cannot be seen. They can walk thru walls. They are into evil torture and pain. In my case, they have built a seedy lab underneath my flat. That spells the end for anyone, surely.

Whether we are talking about military grade invisible/porous suits, or mind projections on the astral plain, they can both hurt you. I rang a terrorism hotline and they told me to gobble my meds up, plus the doctors in hospital were helping my projections, so the authorities are useless. In saying that, I am thinking about writing some anti-stalking letters to the police because my workplace is overrun with perps. One of them, who describes herself as a ‘power-hungry cow’ can maybe get a letter written about her first, as I know her full name.

I’m resigned to ignoring them. Give ‘em nowt. It’s the only way. For years I’ve thought they’ve craved peeling my skin off, because they are always saying that, but recently I see that they are mostly interested in me not been happy. A full-time recruitment of sleazebags, stalking someone for the full 24 hours a day, over and over, just to lower their mood. C'mon. I’ve given up fighting this so-called war, and am from now on attempting to fob them off.

The Shaolin monks advised becoming like a ‘gray stone’ when paying their pitiful and ridiculous attempts at provocation no attention.

Never stay down!