PART ONE

In 2020, the World DID end.  

For me anyway.  

Life as I knew it was never the same again.

Where I live, there is a large, long-abandoned set of warehouses with an overgrown lot across the street from my house.   As you can imagine, this became the site of much of my early days targeting activity.  

For years, I had walked my dog on the old walking paths through this abandoned site.  I had the place to myself.  Never any sense of danger.  Due to the rural location, it hadn't drawn addicts, hadn't been inhabited by a homeless population, hadn't been defaced by teenagers.  It was just a beautiful, old, quiet place slowly being reclaimed by Nature.

One day in 2019, soon after I finally grew the strength to escape a horrifically abusive longterm relationship with a psychopath (another form of targeting most TIs will be familiar with), a fleet of around two dozen massive LOUD dump trucks showed up in this lot.  They busily got to work erecting temporary fencing, adding porta potties, etc.  I was sad to lose my dog walking grounds, but figured surely it was temporary.  

These trucks were left idling much of the time, which 50 feet away from my home was a huge disruption.  We're talking rattling the windows loud.  They were especially active at night, being jockeyed around this now fenced off lot, not seemingly DOING anything, just being loud.  Back-up alarms beeping, engines roaring, metal beds banging.  It was quite a circus.  Certainly not going to be a livable situation for any of the quiet, rural homes bordering this lot.

I asked around town and discovered that it was not temporary.  That they were renting the lot as their new home base.  Oh hellllll no.  And so I began to fight.

I started researching the zoning laws and noise ordinances in my county.  I contacted the local Zoning Department to query how this had been allowed to happen.  The lady I dealt with was very understanding and was equally alarmed at the intrusion.  She told me yes, I was correct, that land was absolutely only zoned for residential.  She told me she would schedule the Inspector to visit the truckyard and get it shut-down.

Awesome!

Weeks passed with no cease in the activity.  So I called the Zoning Department again, was told I needed to speak to the Inspector.  They transferred me to the Inspector's voicemail.  He never called back.  I tried again a few days later.  Same thing.  At this point, I was starting to realize something had shifted and I was being blown off.  

So I called the lady I had been dealing with originally, the one who HAD been on my side at first. I told her I wasn't having any luck getting in touch with the Inspector, and the illegal truckyard was still going strong.  During this call she sounded quite sheepish and close-mouthed.  I could sense she had gotten in some kind of trouble for telling me the area was zoned residential, and was no longer willing or able to assist me.

She would only say that the Inspector said he had visited the truckyard and found it to NOT be in violation of the zoning.  I was like, "Buuuut this is zoned residential, you already confirmed that.  They are not legally allowed to be running a commercial enterprise on this land.  Not to mention the violation of the noise ordinances a 24/7 dumptruck operation constitutes."  She said, "Maybe try calling the Sheriff."  And that was all she would say.

Ah, my first foray into the corruption in governments.  Little did I know how deep the corruption was at the time.

Before calling the Sheriff, I read all of my county's noise ordinance parameters, and then researched the local Sheriff Department's policies on enforcing noise violations.  I came across an article where the Sheriff was boasting about the acquisition of two state of the art decibel meters for his Department in order to crack down on noise ordinance violations.  

Awesome!  They'll be willing to help me!   

With all my ducks in a row, I call the Sheriff's office.  It was *almost* as though they had been expecting my call.   Fellow TIs will know where this is headed......

They tell me they'll have a Deputy call me back.  A couple hours later, an extremely arrogant small town deputy does in fact call me back.  To berate me.  Laughing, he says, "What do you want me to do about it?  You're complaining about, what, traffic passing your house?? That's not illegal."  

When I was able to get a word in, I explained the situation, the zoning, and the fact that what I wanted them to do about it was to use their decibel meters to come take readings, find that the truckyard was wayyyy over legal limits, and start the process of getting them relocated to a more appropriate site.

More derisive laughter from him, and then a bold faced lie.  "We don't have any decibel meters, do you know how expensive those are??"

Complaining is totally against my nature.  Getting authorities involved with something is totally against my nature.  I was pushed so far out of my comfort zone just trying to fight for the peace and quiet of our town to be returned.  And this was the response I was getting.  Stonewalled again.

Well this time it pissed me off, and I determined that I was not going to give up.

Realizing something fishy was going on, first the lying Zoning Inspector, now the lying Sheriff's department, I knew the "Good 'Ol Boy" network was at play here, and I was going to have to go above both of their heads in order to reclaim my peace.  

But why were they fighting so hard for this location within throwing distance of my bedroom window?  The trucks didn't seem to be being used for anything, they were just being left running around the clock for no apparent reason.  Best I could tell, there were just a couple guys manning the lot who would aimlessly park and repark the trucks for hours at a time.

Not to mention there were no shortage of abandoned lots in my area that WEREN'T bordered by homes.  So why here?  I was not yet familiar with the world of Targeting, so didn't know about noise campaigns, surveillance, gang-stalking and all that other fun stuff.  I was just confused.  

But I would soon find out.

I started researching my local Town Council, found the contact information for the Councilman in charge of my area, who also just so happened to be the Chairman of the Board, and sent him an email with everything I had learned so far.  Including a link to the article where it was clearly stated that my Sheriff's Department did indeed have TWO of those fancy new decibel meters, but were claiming to me that they had no way of enforcing the county's noise ordinance.  I also sent him the zoning information clearly showing the truckyard was illegally built and operated on residential land.  And I cc'd everyone I had talked to thus far.

Such a cut and dry case, it should never have taken these many months of fighting.  But you know how it is when you're a TI.

And BLESS THIS MAN.  He "replied all" to this email simply stating, "Take care of this NOW."

Then he privately emailed me saying, "You let me know if the truckyard isn't gone by the end of the week."

Well it wasn't.  Of course it wasn't.  For one day after this order from the Chairman, the truckyard was silent.  Still there, but no activity.  I thought I had finally won.  But no.  They were right back at it after that. 

I gave them TWO weeks instead of one like the Chairman had told me, just to really give them a fair chance to set-up a new location and all that.  But after two weeks without seeing a single sign of them demobilizing, I was forced to contact the Chairman once again.

This time, he said, "I've been in contact with the investment company that owns the land where the abandoned warehouses are located, and they have sworn to me that they pulled the truckyard's rental contract and ceased activity.  Are you SURE they are still operational, because if they are, that's going to be a big deal.  Can you send me video?"

I said, "Yes sir, I'm looking at them right now, I can send you video immediately!"

And he said that nighttime video, outside of noise ordinance hours, would be better for the case.  So I told him no problem!

That very night at 2am while one perp was out there moving from truck to truck, turning on the back-up alarms and leaving them on, roaring the trucks back and forth across the lot, banging their beds up and down with terrific metallic BOOMS, I stood out there in the dark in my jammies and recorded the whole damn thing.  Sent it directly to the Chairman at 3am.  And bless his heart, the truckyard was moved the next day.

I was overcome with relief.  My many months long battle was finally over!  Oh little did I know it was just beginning.  The truckyard was merely the opening ceremony for my Targeting Program going overt.

The next day, I noticed a single black pickup truck in the once again quiet, abandoned lot across the street.

So this black pickup truck is parked in the abandoned lot soon after the dissolution of the dumptruck yard.  

Then the next day, at the exact same time as the previous day, to the minute, this black pickup truck (I call him Black Truck-- clever, I know) shows up again.  And the next day, and the next day, etc etc.  

For weeks this went on.   Each time, he would get out of the truck, go to the rear driver's side door and fiddle around with something in the backseat for a bit, then get back in the driver's seat and sit there for the remainder of his visit.  Not eating, not reading, not doing anything but sitting and staring at my house.

I came to expect Black Truck to be there each day, and didn't have a huge concern about him at this stage.  I thought it was weird and annoying, but didn't yet realize this was to become my new way of life.  Oh how blissfully naive I still was.

But I grew suspicious of Black Truck.  Not only did he visit daily, but when he would leave, he would circle the block in order to pass my house twice as he left.  And so one day I decided to openly stand in my driveway and take a picture of Black Truck as he did the final house pass.  My hope was that the attention would make HIM feel uncomfortable enough to stop parking by my house like he was casing the joint.  And I also figured it would be good to have his license plate number in case something happened.  And guess what....  

He calmly covered his face when he saw my camera.  

 No look of confusion as someone would normally have if they were innocently passing someone's house and they had their picture blatantly taken.  He simply raised his arm to cover his face as he passed my house, never looking in my direction, never acknowledging me, merely raising his arm to block the photo, then dropping his arm again once he had passed.  

And of course he was back, parked in the lot again the next day, same time, same place, totally unbothered.

Our relationship changed here, because now I knew that he knew I was aware of him, and he didn't care in the least.  Some days I would wave at him, some days I would flick him off, some days I would ignore him.  But nothing I did or didn't do changed Black Truck's routine.  I was too scared to approach him (as a small female living alone) and ask him what he was doing, so I just started taking note of his visits each day.   

Then, on Easter Monday, he was absent.  A first!  

However he was right back at it the next day.  This is when I realized he had VACATION DAYS.  Official time off from stalking me.  I still didn't know I was Targeted, but I had started to glean that something very strange was going on around me.  And that this guy was being paid to do it.

At this time, America entered the illegal lockdown period.  Ah 2020, you bitch.  But it didn't stop Black Truck.  

Then I began to notice a never ending parade of people on foot centered around this abandoned lot.  They wouldn't come while Black Truck was there, but would arrive one after another once he had left each day.  Always on foot back then.  

I had lived in that home for more than five years at that point, and had never seen anyone across the street before (well until the start of the truckyard or Black Truck), so I chalked up this new flurry of foot traffic to the lockdowns.  I figured since people weren't working, maybe they had decided to start exploring abandoned sites instead?

But this false hope didn't last for long.

The influx of people descending on my once quiet, rural corner of the country was quite disturbing to me.  It seemed like every time I stepped foot outside, someone would just be entering my field of vision.  Even if I just looked out the window, somehow someone would just be exiting the wall of trees and entering my vision.  Every time.  

Odd I thought, since there were no neighborhoods in walking distance to be supplying this never ending stream of visitors.  And what was up with this strange timing?  They were never already IN the lot or PAST the lot, but just entering the lot anytime I would look in that direction... Hmm.

Then my neighbors started to act oddly.  Each morning when I would open my kitchen curtain, which faces a strip of woods with another house on the other side, that rear neighbor would open THEIR curtain.  Everytime I went outside, my neighbors would go outside.  Each time I got home, my neighbors would also arrive home and pull into their driveway at the same time.  Everytime I would wake up in the night, my next door neighbor would make a loud sound, no matter what time of night it was.  

The strangeness started occurring outside my home as well.  The once quiet country lane I lived on suddenly had never-ending parades of loud traffic at all hours.  Lines of dozens of cars.  Loud engines, blaring music, back-firing, doing burnouts in front of my house, the whole shebang.  

Or a car with distinct stickers on it would cut me off as I left to go to the grocery store, a 30 minute drive.  Then when I would arrive at said distant grocery store, that same distinct car would suddenly show up and pull into the spot next to me.  But not get out of their car, just sit staring out the windshield as if in a daze.  They would still be there whenever I came out.

Once in the grocery store, someone with nothing in their cart would mysteriously show up in every aisle I was in.  Never putting anything into their cart, but often pushing to get in front of me as I reached for an item.  Sometimes they would even stand on the other side of the checkout, still empty-handed, and wait for me to be rung up, then follow me out of the store, or rudely cut in front of me to exit the door.

I would stop at the gas station on the way home and just as I approached the counter, someone with armfuls of items would race to get in line ahead of me, even while seeing that I only had one item.   Once, as I approached the counter and saw this occurring, I had forgotten something and turned back down the aisle.  The perp with armfuls of items rushing to get in line in front of me saw that I was turning back, and immediately stepped away from the counter.  Watching and waiting for me to head for the counter again, only to race to get in front of me once again as soon as I made my way back to the counter.

I would get back out to my car, which had been parked in a distant spot with no one around it, to find it surrounded by cars parked only in the spots around mine.  And when I would go to open my door, the car parked next to my driver's side would open their door so I couldn't open mine, then dilly dally around, not getting out, so I would have to wait.

I was an avid hiker and would go to various parks numerous times per week.  I was used to having the trails all to myself.  There weren't many hikers in my area, and I was often going off trail and hiking obscure backwoods areas.  But now, I was encountering people around every trail bend.  And they weren't dressed for hiking.  I would say hi to them, as you do, and they would just glare.

As I would finish my hike and return to the parking area, it would be full of cars, all with the occupants still inside.  And often there would be people standing or squatting next to my bumper as though they were messing with my car.

On the road, cars were constantly tailgating me, cutting me off, aggressively passing me on solid lines.  Alternatively, if I was in a rush, cars would mysteriously get in front of me and slow way down, pacing each other, effectively blocking me and making me late.

After the battle with the truckyard, the local Sheriff's Department had begun patrolling the area of the abandoned lot, often parking across from my house and sitting there for hours.  I was happy about it, figured they were making sure the truckyard didn't return.  

I had once seen them confront an SUV that parked across from my house for 3 days (only to find the driver was on drugs, which they made him dump on the ground, which he promptly scraped back up out of the dirt once they had left..  But he did leave afterwards, never to return).  

Many of these footsoldiers acted strange, like they were out of it, walking in a jerking manner, walking in circles, hiding behind trees.  Weird shit.  So I felt like the Sheriff's Department would handle any nonsense if one of the footsoldiers got brave and decided to cross the street onto my property. 

But something else odd I had noticed was that while the Sheriff's Department had busted the one guy, they never harassed any of the other shady characters that were constantly appearing and acting oddly.  But if I ventured out to walk my dog, the police cars would tail me, driving slowly behind me as I walked.  Sometimes they would pull up next to me and accusingly say, "What are you doing?" and I'd be like, "Uhhh, nothing?  Walking my dog?"  I was very confused.  Then I started getting pulled over for nonsense nearly anytime I left my driveway.  I realized they may have gotten into trouble over lying about the truckyard and were probably retaliating on me.  But I didn't think it was that big of a deal.  I still thought I could go to them if I were in need.   

Then one fateful day, a deputy arrived while Black Truck was there.  Oh goody!!  They're finally going to make him stop harassing me!

The Deputy pulled up behind Black Truck, strolled up to his window all big and bad, talked to him for less than 30 seconds, then quickly got back in his cruiser and left.  WTF...  It was then I realized that Black Truck was likely a Fed.  And that I would get no assistance from the Sheriff's Department.  And that them sitting outside my house around the clock was likely not for my protection, but for my harassment.  

One day I was able to catch a sneaky picture of Black Truck, which pretty much confirmed to me that he was indeed a Fed.  Wired earpiece, ever present black glasses and Bulwark jacket (common CIA/FBI issued apparel), buzz cut, muscular.

What do you think?

 All this over a freaking truckyard??  That's what I thought anyway.  But it went wayyyy deeper, as you'll find out later in my story. 

I hadn't told anyone about what was happening to me yet, but I started to document the weirdness.  No one had taught me that giving attention to the demonics that are behind the perpetrators of the Targeting Program only makes them stronger and crazier.  And so, unwittingly and unwisely, I began paying quite a bit of attention to these footsoldiers.  And things got weirder and weirder.  

I began to experiment with the perps.  I would pull into random empty lots with only one entrance, or go to the end of dead-end little gravel roads and wait.  Within minutes, car after car after car would enter, only to see I had caught them in a trap, and quickly bust a U-turn out of there.  I just sat and recorded it all.  But no matter how long I sat there, car after car would continue to come.  Each not realizing it was a trap until they saw me sitting there recording them.  Each a unique vehicle with unique passengers, not the same perps over and over.  We're talking dozens.  Impossible stuff.  

It continued even when I went out of town.  One time on vacation in a very rural location in the Midwest, I experimented by parking out in a cornfield.  And guess what, out of literally nowhere, my usual parade of cars arrived.  We're talking Teslas (more on their demonic ties in another chapter) and other such vehicles that nobody in this poor farming area owned.  On the long road trip to this location, there would be perps harassing me at every random place I stopped.  Yet they had arrived before me, and couldn't have known that is where I would eventually pull off.

By this time, I knew that there was a paranormal/multi-dimensional/demonic/spiritual aspect to my situation.  Much of the perp behavior was impossible by our current concepts of physics.  The quantum timing (what I now call "demon timing") of the harassment would be impossible to pull off, even if you did have my house and car bugged, tracked and video surveilled.  The number of perps would be impossible to organize.  I knew they hadn't talked to every one of my neighbors, every one of my family members, every one of my friends, every clerk at every store I randomly stopped at, and yet not a single one of them broke their silence and accidentally blew the secret?  Yeah right.  But I was receiving harassment from all of these avenues.  

But I also believed there to be a physical aspect to all of this, such as tracking devices or something.  And so I began to experiment with leaving different items at home.  I stopped carrying a cell phone, stopped carrying credit cards, borrowed friend's cars, all of it.  But nothing worked.  They were able to pinpoint my location when I was hiking in the deep woods hidden behind rocks with nothing on me but my clothes to within feet of me.  I even had one crawl through the brambles on his belly in order to pop up next to me in a remote location.

As most TIs do at first, I became ultra-paranoid and nearly unwilling to leave my home.  I had put up privacy fences, covered all my windows, bristled the outside of my home with security cameras, my car with dash cams.  You know how it is in those early days.  Ugh, terrible times.  I would sit in my window with my long zoom lens camera, with the curtain opened the tiniest crack, and document all the strangeness that was happening across the street.  What I now know to be called Street Theater.  There is NO WAY they could've seen me in this 1/2" crack that I had my lens pressed up against.  But somehow, from 200 or more feet away, as soon as I would go to take their picture, they would look DIRECTLY at me.  Always with a glare.

While many of the perps were down and out looking people on foot, I also had a different set of perps.  A professional variety.  They always showed up in pairs in big, fancy trucks or SUVs.  Crewcuts, well-built, military bearing guys.  Stationed at my crack in the curtains, I would watch them through my zoom as they pulled into the lot and oriented themselves facing my bedroom window.  The passenger had a laptop on his lap.  They looked back and forth from the laptop to my window, as if not believing what they were seeing.  They laughed.  

Soon after, the helicopters began to show up.......

Continue to Part 2.

WARNING

Do not send negative thoughts or energy towards your attackers when at all possible.  Do not physically retaliate unless under immediate threat.  Make sure you are strongly protected spiritually.  All things come back to us, especially in these days of the quickening.  In many cases, our perps are being used like puppets.  Many are completely unaware that they are being misused to be sent against innocent citizens.  For those that recognize they are tracking you as a target, they may well have been blackmailed, mind controlled, or lied to about your character and intent (e.g. being told you are a threat to national security).  The majority of the population at this stage is easily influenced, deceived, possessed and controlled by the multi-dimensional forces of darkness and anti-Christ AI technology that has temporary dominion over this realm.   "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."  -Ephesians 6:12