Friday, March 25, 2022

Animal abuse is being used as a manipulation to exert "Mind Control" psy-ops against me, leading to psychological abuse. My motorbike rental payment hell that I endure every month. I have given up trying to find any business that won't operate in the same capacity so I just remain at this same shop. I've already gone to at least 4 other shops for all these years and the same protocol without exception continues. The mind control tech being used against me in that enclosed building where I bring this motorbike to be cleaned, and pay---it has now become a monthly situation of this ladyboy, who has taken over the job of attacking me instead of the women before him-- using the violence against two dogs to manipulate me so I remain inside this dwelling trying to protect this dog that is now clinging to me every time I go there, she is so needy and so abused and have begun, every month, to take her on walks around the neighborhood and it is now an expected thing--and this has become a continuation of extreme mind control psy-ops and abuse from the ladyboy (Thai) who is just a replacement for others who did the same thing--but I ran in and out of that shop as quickly as possible. I would sit outside so they removed the chairs--I would sit on the motorbikes for rent so they removed the motorbikes for rent--there is nothing but filthy and dirty plastic chairs and nowhere to sit outside any longer. The dog runs to me and clings to me and stares with extremely sad eyes at me. I play with her, take her on walks and then I am tortured by the people who are getting free everything as all the terrorists do who use these technologies--and the community of the Nazis attack me while I am walking around as well--again, this is the area where I used to live which now has at least THREE businesses with the names of the movies affixed to the titles of the businesses which are the exact titles of the movies or characters that these teleporting terrorist actors/and/or/ mafia Italian (who is still going after me)--while they also keep me there for at least one hour as they ever-so slowly provide service for the motorbike--- the technology that is blasting into my brain and nervous system while I am there is so overpowering I can't control my reactions.

 As I have written for so many years: this is a life-screw organization. Life is essentially meaningless to these expletives and killing or abusing animals means nothing more than a power-over game when they want to manipulate, "punish"/torture or destroy something or someone that target loves. This motorbike rental place is situation in a tight-knit community of little shops that look like block rooms in a squat and rectangular shape of a cement block--elongated. That is the typical Thai form of small business establishment. Rows of little one-room places that cater to whatever needs there are but essentially the same services and products are offered in all the various rectangular-shaped buildings across Phuket--and indeed across Thailand.

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Next door to the place I rent this motorbike is a mind control central operation with technology that is almost impossible for me to handle. What this organization for years has done is observe my reactions so they could cater to manipulating me according to my needs, preferences, likes, etc. 

They abuse animals now to manipulate me. AS human beings are a lost cause for me by now, the stigma associated against me that everyone on the planet apparently follows has meant that I can never have any real relationship with anybody, ever. I think it is now impossible. What I wonder is that with all these people who can't differentiate between lies and individual discernment, who are told to hate and they do so without question and are so thrilled to have someone to abuse, screw over and have a power game over so they can't wait to go on and on forever--and the endless add-ons of people joining in the "fun" are without an end, thus for all these years I have seen humanity as an infinity of parasitic haters attacking me. I have to wonder if any of them has any kind of real relationship with the people they "love". I have decided that I am missing NOTHING even though I am apparently alone. I know that there WERE people who were outside of this hate organization but they are all either dead or have disappeared (mostly they are dead). I believe truly that the bulk of the best of humanity has been destroyed by this organization of corruption and hate. That the planet is very quickly being destroyed and all life faces extinction due to the stupidity and hate of this organization which has taken control over every single thing also proves to me that it's not humanity that I shun it's just the parasites who have killed off the best of humanity and turned what is left into a shambles of haters--who appear to have "relationships"...? I don't feel lonely at all. But, like so many people who have had to resort to any kind of gratitude or love and have turned to animals, I find some kind of reality in connection to them, instead of the disgusting behavior of these creeple who continuously go out of their way to attack me, for reasons I stated above. I just consider them scum and unworthy of any kind of respect and certainly no sadness in having a lack of contact with them on any other level than having to deal with them as unwanted pests and parasites attacking me.

I have thus discovered as many people have that animals are really mistreated by the same types of people who mistreat any target. So, the group where I rent my motorbike has been abusing these dogs so I "rescue them" and thus, I am now stuck in a kind of perpetual rescue mission. I am stuck having to be confined in this space where the tech is blasting into my brain but I am caring for this dog--who is infinitely grateful to me, that is the huge benefit that at least I get some gratitude from some sentient being for the love I give, instead of everyone getting a kick out of screwing me over after drugging me so  my barriers are destroyed and shattered and I am friendly towards the most despicable people (whether fashionable or disgusting in appearance, there really is no difference at this level of systematically organized betrayal and the thrill people get out of this).

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This very openly nasty Thai ladyboy who is now the abuser mind control operator getting endless free promotions, (so disgusting to have to see this for years and years and years and years and years and years and years without end---and oh yes, in that area of Rawai where I used to live but was kicked out by Nazis moving in, while the people who teleported me were handed businesses, restaurants, real estate in that very same area where I used to live and because it's such a tourist place now, where I rent my motorbike (there are very few places like this where I live in the center of town) and they put their movie titles on the names of the businesses or their identities--and always in the area where I go to rent this motorbike--where my life is in danger from people nearing hitting me with cars or hitting me--again this happened today I was almost run over as I was walking on a road-- waiting for more than an hour for this ladyboy and his new assistant to finally finish what they were doing to this bike.

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The mind control forces me to talk and talk and like a sieve--things I never thought of saying blurt out of me--they are input subliminally and I repeat them and always in a huge grinning stupid laughing giddy giggly fashion--very discrediting to me--my nervous system is under extreme attack--I talk to the these people whom I would rather never have to see again and only want to go in and out of the shop and have no contact--but I am really stuck having to take care of this dog--the dog has been so abused and mistreated that whenever I come and don't take her out for a walk she looks like her world is ending and droops and gives me a very sad "I'm dying" look--absolutely miserable this dog has been really abused at that place. They have brought this dog in to intentionally abuse it just so I would remain staying in that one spot being manipulated and abused by this grasping ladyboy--who is just another one of the nasty people attacking me using this technology. I had the same exact type of verbal sieve experience when teleported to people who are loathsome not long ago--it happens in almost every teleportation skit but in this rental shop the technology is situated and stationary in the little hole-in-the-wall shop next door and they keep me in there. The dog is so happy that I am walking her and she is so needy I really feel extremely obliged. Plus, this animal is the only friendly thing towards me as I am stuck with no animals. The last animal I had any contact with was a pair of lizards that lived on the hillside outside my patio--the hillside is almost parallel to my window and it's more like a very high cliff-- the lizards I had fed which came out to greet me even when I was not feeding them, on the hillside outside my window --they have been removed, probably  have been killed.

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Once the ladyboy has waited long enough for my brain to become a kind of malleable "jelly" he begins to try to extract contact, words, ideas and then while I am talking he coughs, makes phone calls while I am in the middle of talking, begins to shout at people--and he is asking me to talk in the first place--all of this is an orchestrated attack. I can't control the ability to remain cool and aloof--the technology is too powerful, and I need some kind of shielding from it but don't know what materials I can use or where to find them here. I have tried to put aluminum under a hat to see if that would quell the influence but no such luck ---But the terrorists also damage any aluminum I buy--they burn huge areas of the aluminum so the density is weakened probably allowing all the electromagnetic weapons penetrate through.

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And now I am in this rut trying to not have contact and I begin giggly, laughing conversations with this ladyboy constantly first trying to get me to talk, and then shouting to people or talking on the phone as I am in the middle of a topic--which I never wanted to do. I act like (and this is a constant in all these situations) that I am very engaged in the person--whether in hate or fake cheery friendship--which is also a construct and has nothing to do with reality. 
The hate is real, however.

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I am of course under the influence right now as I fight to struggle past the hacking attacks (fighting the malware on the keyboard, for example). My cognitive skills are being endlessly blocked so I write in a much more basic and repetitive style--like I am almost in about 4th grade in verbal skills.

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I had this experience yet once again when I had to try to get a medication filled at a pharmacy. This pharmacy I go to has been lying to me that they have no more thyroid medicine--for weeks now. I resorted to having to go to a more expensive pharmacy--(but it proved actually to be cheaper)--and I could not count--there were people waiting in front of the door glaring in hate at me before I walked in--and the woman behind the counter laughed when I could not count the most basic sums and my brain was latched onto wrong sums. She had told me the price and I "forgot" what she had said IMMEDIATELY and said the wrong price, then calculated the wrong price as she giggled but glared (as directed) in hate. Etc etc more and more like this the entire day. Europ-a's walking out of the "in" doorways to try to run me over--oddly I had held my very heavy bag up as I was getting around the corner to walk into this very large entrance as they were walking out of the entrance--I blasted the creep with my bag which I had been holding up around my waist level--it hit him as he pretended he was aghast-I just kept walking. I am numb to these dumb scum people at this point in my life.

But the tech at this motorbike shop keeps me in a kind of puppet fool dangling with strings pulling my brain functions so I react, talk, laugh and my mood is put into a jolly giggly mode but not a single thing is fun or cool about that place.

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The stress to my body from literal 3/4 of a day and night combined being spent fighting sinister, grasping, beady-eyed hateful parasitic abusers who are lunging at me to get endless free promotions, which are never-ending this social engineering contract has no limits and no bounds. The destruction to my health literally just from stress alone is murder. Besides shitting stinking black and brown piles and hard pieces of poison out which pollute my bloodstream--I literally faint, pass-out on my bed from the horrific poison which is coursing through my lymphatic system, kidneys and liver and bloodstream going into my brain, where the implants in my brain have created a tube network of hard poisons coursing down in hard filaments and tubes into my neck, the vertebrae is lined with attached tubes integrated into the vertebrae extending in literally all directions--I must strive to fracture the hard poisons so they will slowly loosen and then expand about 6-10 times their shrunken size--and then the poisons seep into my body as I faint on my bed--while in this prone position the terrorists utilize my body's vulnerability and slash under my cuticles and literally cut them off my toes. A few weeks ago the cuticle bed was completely cut off (permanently it was severed off) while I had collapsed in such a state, unable to move from toxic shock and also the pain of hard poisons ripping muscle and skin tissue out of the interior cavity of my body in the thoracic, lumbar and vertebrae regions; in effect my entire spine if affected the muscles are at cellular level ripped out with the poisons which have attached to tissue, skin and bone and also into my intestines and brain and etc. The terrorists order their minions to slash, cut parts of my body out, as they inflict torture skits while I am deep sleep healing mode--death skits, homeless skits, insulting "dumbing" skits aimed at me endlessly. My body exhibits signs of premature aging, grey thin hair, balding from chemicals smeared into my scalp for years and decades to damage my formerly lustrous hair. My skin dotted with blemishes from poisons slahered onto my skin my hands are huge deformed the cuticles are gone from maybe 3 fingers, completely. the nails hang off, are calloused and the toe nails which have had the cuticles removed (in this past month, they severed completely off the cuticle from my right left toe which has been broken; it's not a bunion it's been broken and that happened after I made a drugged-up- comment about a nazi white male out of denmark who, along with a famous "punk" musician out of england, who has routinely hacked his music into my all-female punk lists on youtube, is endlessly trying to scam his promotion out of attacking me; but both musicians attacked me on the same day because I clicked on their music, assuming that their stances about fighting conformist authoritarianism was also directed at me, as a universal person on this planet and not just their nazi white "alternative" branch___one however was an open nazi and in my drugged and enraged anger about the rise of nazism in general and from years of being violently assaulted nearing murder where I am currently living, a huge population of euro tourists so I know their imperialistic impulses and what they truly are when the are on vacation and brown people service them like slaves, almost literally and very plantation-like. They don't have to pretend to go to church or conform to "democracy" standards, in other words. they had me in an accident by having a work truck on the steep hill outside of my living arrangement, and there was a tiny trickle of a clear liquid which appeared like water as I was driving down this 45-degree angle hillside down towards the road (which always becomes extremely busy only when I am trying to get out of the complex and there are no cars before or after I approach this junction so the orchestrated exact timing of cars driving into my path only happens at the exact moment I am at the bottom of the hill---so I must perpetually brake at a very tight angle but after I get out of this junction there are always no cars, and it's always a packed jam of cars blocking my path only when I am driving down otherwise I would be able to navigate easily without having to brake and hold the bike at a fourty_five degree angle (right now hackers have turned the wIfi off, have blocked access to commas and periods and numbers ). the workmen had created a stream of oil---so that the bike literally slid into a crashing position nearing the bottom of the hillside so that the inevitable line of *terrorist* cars always blocking my smooth descent were there while I was sliding and crashing in a sideways projectile. I landed on my left foot, and it hurt a bit but I otherwise was ok, the foot was not injured because I was wearing boots--I went home later that day and at night fell asleep---woke up with the toe completely at a 45-degree angle pointing into my other foot--like at night nothing wrong, the next morning the toe completely disjointed. this was after rotten the punk out of england threatened me after he began his snobby imperialistic white male supremacy english antisemitic gig, his german wife somewhere in the background or watching or knowing about this obviously---I reacted in anger. I am always in these situations drugged so as to render me in a hyperbolic state and knee-jerk reaction which always gives the terrorists an excuse to inflict real violence upon me to justify their white male supremacy (or female or any other skin color they all are told that this is "master-slave" and to inflict all "You have no rights" actions against me). Thusly they broke my to I was in a deep and uncontrollably non_waking state because of this wretched brain implant which the herd of terrorists always love to exploit to inflict violence< torture< to force discrediting behavior on me, and thusly to force subliminals into my brain which under pressure I cannot control, which I repeat< which they all use to justify real life-threatening violence against me. thusly it was either the danish black metal death metal nazi or the english "punk" who ordered this on me, but the real reason was to justify their promotions by using this tech to render people discredited so they can hiss in faked rage "She said this who does she think she is?" they all sneer in hate, white supremacy justifying near-murder knee-jerk reactions which they are then handed every promotion that can possibly be handed according to their level of proficiency in their realm (some are like in past their prime, for example)

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