Sometimes I keep cathartic stuff like this to my self because I like to focus on progressive perspectives that are more likely to be useful for others. That said, it’s only fair to share some of the rantier stuff from time to time too.

There are lots of ways of looking at why people participate in gang stalking. Sure, we can say that some may feel a sense of powerlessness which they try to counter by participating in some elite gang of people who have power over another. Today I say this is over complication. Stalkers are idiots and this accounts for every act of seeming cruelty or uninterpretable actions on their part.

A difficult part has been realizing that my anthem of considering everyone to be equals worthy of respect is incomplete. It was just that, an anthem based on my level of understanding and higher truth, as well as those who resonate along these paths. For the last few years I’ve seen smaller samplings of how people project their weaknesses and shortcomings onto a target. As the scapegoat I’ve taken on their projected pieces and the yuck of it has been seeing how shitty it must feel to be so stuck in a world of walls and self doubt.

I’ve learned that friendship to me is an honor, yet where I would go to great lengths to help another, friends-turned-stalkers are too scared to do anything bu worry bout their own skins. For these people friendship is a way of keeping the potential enemy close. Social gatherings are a way of pretending to entangle with others in meaningful ways while they mask their fears and ambitions, constantly guessing at the best way to stay safe.

What i was never missing was the higher truth that we’re essentially all doing our best with the knowledge that we have. What I’ve been missing until recently was a clearer picture where all the crap projected onto me finally sorted and I realized: stalkers are idiots and trying to attribute to them even the most basic understanding of how people in a civilized society should treat each other is incorrect because stalkers are too stupid to realize the need for cooperation. They do not have anywhere near the same level of intelligence, compassion or understanding about the larger world and how to coexist peacefully that others do.

Whether stalkers are on their own path to understanding is outside the realm of this post. I’ve done my share of ignoring the misplacedness of their projections and rather honoring the pseudo-self-exploration –(this is convoluted from my POV: where these people pretend to engage in meaningful discussion exploring philosophy and all those mysteries of life. To these street theater ‘friends’ such interactions are mimicking what they think are crazy theories and blind faith on my part –these bits they’ve gathered in their little intelligence gathering missions using surveillance. For them it’s being in an in crowd and outing the scapegoat. For me, within the bits of barely masked ridicule and mimicry, there were also true grains of their seeking that even they do not see, whether because of embarrassment, confusion, etc –ahhh the various pitfalls of finding one’s own voice and choosing that over herd dictates)

A case study- so Joel, back in the day, told me about his experiences of hearing glorious music as he soared through an inclined tunnel/portals and how he would repeat the experience because it was so awesome. I could hear how sacred this otherworldy/spiritual experience was to him and the curiosity and inspiration it seemed to spark in him. Jump ahead nearly 20 years, and in the midst of stalking era he’s rather desperately and aggressively shooting down any perspective I have on the patterns that everything continues, everything transforms (of course I took this as friendly discussion until he made it clear he was another mindless stalker). He would say things like, But what do you mean by soul?!? …But they’ve (science) has proven that out of body experiences are just chemicals in the brain. We would have these talks and I would offer my perspective while we explored these words and ideas. Then underneath the mask he takes part in theater via text messages and whatnot, suggesting ‘anxiety and depression looming’ and similar when I’d call to check on him (honoring such messages as genuine rather than tuning into the intent where he kept thinking his little messages upset me -these mainly suggested negativity and self doubt along with a few themed words or phrases). But whatever, this is his stuff and he’s free to do with it what he will.

The point is that he claims to be very reasonable, yet dismisses the possibility that others may see evidence that he doesn’t–that my opinions and perspectives are based on observation and actual experience. Because he doesn’t see the same things he assumes I must be wrong, and furthermore, that there’s nothing wrong with trying to bludgeon some sense into me because after all there is this whole group of people who feel the same, so it must be okay, right?

The last thing he would label himself as is religious, yet I can’t help but notice how his behavior and hive-mind involvement in stalking activities looks just like fundamentalist religion: he’s right and I’m wrong, and the wrong deserve to be reformed (punished). Again this seems to go back to conclusion-based reasoning and its shortcomings. Rather than suspend judgment or actually consider a new perspective he dismisses it, quick to put to rest anything that might make him have to rethink his perspective. The more I learn the more I realize how much more there is to learn, so for me new perspectives are great treats and potentially viable new paths of growth. I remember once back in the day we were having what I thought was a philosophical discussion and suddenly he says, “no, you don’t get it. I’m right and nothing you say is going to change that.” At the time I thought he just slipped more toward ASSHOLE for a moment- maybe it was a joke about the ways we correlate our ideas to our identity and forget they are not us, that we do not need to protect ourselves through fortresses of belief systems, but now i see that he was scared of considering additional perspectives and to protect himself decided that I was trying to change his mind, to indoctrinate him. Well, when in doubt, you can always take advantage of a class action to take down someone who seems unfairly stronger than you, right? What a golden chance to put me in my place! You go, Joel.

So my relating my experiences that scare you to death because they seem to describe a larger experience where there is more to it all than meaninglessness and death, where even you would have reason to care from one moment to the next what you are adding to the experiences of yourself and others… if you’re so reasonable then why couldn’t you ever point to a specific thing I said as being wrong, rather than allude that I’m crazy or refuse to even take in my perspective. Oh, now that’s rational, scientific behavior. The closest you ever came was trying to use hearsay to disprove what I have experienced with my own senses observations and repeated experiences.

It’s interesting to see the connections between people’s needs to fit in and wear or drive the latest fashions, their inability to be open to others’ perspectives when they differ from their own…and their willingness to take part in the persecution of another being.

I think that many of the friends-turned-stalkers think they are a part of some kind of vigilante justice. I’ve covered the various character assassination topics and accusations in the my story section. To speak more to the phenomena of an extra-judicial system, You sickos fancy yourselves to be vigilantes and think you have the right to act as if I’m guilty of some crime and without any disclosure of accusation you act as judge, jury and executioner. Does this fit in with your statements and constant checking to be sure that you’re are ‘upstanding citizens’? Of course not. Your actions and involvement are criminal.

Only an idiot would believe they can collude with a gang of covert manipulators and believe they are making their own decisions. Only an idiot would miss the obviousness that in taking part in manipulating someone else they are being manipulated as well, possibly more than the scapegoat, who generally has at least some sense of the service ;P they are providing (scapegoats serve as targets for their own (the stalker pawns’) inability to confront their shortcomings and fears).

Only someone who has given control of their decision making to someone else could participate in the gang stalking of another person and not question the obvious herd behavior and mentality. But is this such a stretch from taking cues from culture as to what we should value or think or do? Nope, Joel, Katie and the others who like to think they are on top of their game seem to care an awful lot about their car and gadgets and what these add to their worth. How can you be so reasonable and scientific, Joel or the rest of you who fancy yourselves to be intelligent people, and yet not even question the motives of such a movement of persecution? Oh wait, it’s because you sense that I’m somehow stronger than you and since you don’t want to have to think you just try to destroy. Sad little leechy creatures that you are.

I once used the phrase ‘what we value’ as individuals (in talking about how we each filter things and decide what is relevant or not) to Katie and she jumps on this whole ‘well I don’t align myself with things like family values‘-whoah, can’t even listen to words without getting a whole memeplex overlay involving fundamentalist religion. Though she’s gone out of her way to try to alienate and disturb me, it’s hard to feel victimized by someone who can’t even step outside the short circuit of other people’s definitions of simple words.

Stalkers are idiots.

I think the truth is that such considerations that would require actual analysis self awareness (such as whether it’s right or wrong) don’t even matter to friends-turned-stalkers because like it just plain sounded like fun to participate in a super secret society of power and accusation while feeling safe and anonymous behind the multiplicity-of-stalkers facade. As Matt says in his gaslighting email, “show me the proof, but there ISN’T any.” The motto of gang stalkers and sleeping humans in general.

People who cannot think for themselves see self assuredness and confidence in trying on various ideas as pure ridiculousness at best, and something to destroy in general. I mean it makes a sick kind of sense. For those without enough awareness even to come to the conclusion that hitting each other and stealing each others’ stuff is a lose/lose situation, to these folks, taking the risk of exploring oneself and looking beyond the walls might be completely invisible to them, and therefore not even an option. If visible, then a scary seeming free fall. I’m not just supposing here, I’ve had to sit through sessions of being plied with their pieces, their fears and whatever else they don’t want and think they can get rid of by shoving it at someone else. Apparently the running theory is that if you hit the person over the head after you dump a whole wad of your shit on them then there’s a good chance they’ll walk off and you won’t have to sort through your own pieces yourself. Good luck with that.

What should it matter to others if they find what I relate of my more metaphysical experiences hard to believe? If they are so sure of themselves then why is the only way they act upon this certainty by finding a hundred ways of telling me how stupid and wrong I am but never really making any point? Why are antithesis OR blind acceptance the only modes of working with ideas that they can come up with? Because they are stupid and mean. When stupid doesn’t work, switch to mean. When mean doesn’t dominate, switch back to ignorance.

There is one type of pawn-yarn where I’m an egotistical power monger who tries to shove my ideas down other people’s throats. Whoa, to experience the sharing of alternative perspectives as domination. That says a lot about what scared little incontinent pups they must feel like, lost in the big bad world. Pretty neat trick for the one somewhat less stupid schmuck controlling them. This character doles out indoctrination as power mongers are wont to do, through suggestion. Suggestion so convincing (only to those who choose not to use their powers of reasoning) that open disclosure of opinions and ideas from others suddenly comes across as blasphemy to them.

But nooo, it’s not blasphemy they accuse me of because they’re too rational to believe in something like religion. They do their infantile best to torment another being in the name of vigilante justice, but no it can’t be that they’re adhering to a convenient moral majority (neither moral nor the majority, as the saying goes) because these are rational 21st century people who believe in the inalienable rights of their fellow human beings –You better believe it.

These ‘friends’ drug me and think it proves something to engage me in random stupid human tricks and interrogative conversation led by their level of reason, and so, questioning; my responses being what they consider to be great clues to my stupidity, or my egotism, or my ignorant kindness to fearsome little kittens who truly know not what they do from one moment to the next, rather than a mix of their own projections and a bit of my own perspectives in the bits of lucidity. Imagine that, to see someone capable of considering additional or alternative perspectives and open to discussion when there’s little else to do while incapacitated and ganged up on. Apparently it’s the best show in town when you can’t have ideas of your own.

Let’s tally up the score so far and see if we can figure out what they’re actually accusing me of. Either I’m accused of being upsetting for believing my own senses and making hypotheses based on my observations, or am I a wrecker of innocence trying to spread evil knowledge, or am I an idiot who believes in irrational theories? Just what is the accusation exactly? Because through the monotonous school boy rhymes and themed plays they perform for me while I’m essentially held prisoner, accusation and divine judgment are constant anthems. They do so love projecting their delusions of grandeur onto someone who can interpret the shadows of their minds they try so hard to ignore. So why all the circles, and over complication? Is it because they want to confuse me and spin me around in circles? Spinning around in circles is great fun –the first joy I ever added to my list of fun things to do, actually. But alas, this is not the root of their tactics. Puppets don’t need tactics, they need direction. They each imagine a different tasty flavor of power juice while sucking on the indoctrination pipe flowing from their master, projecting their flaws onto the scapegoat. But fueling them all is the rather mundane accusation: I am not as stupid as they are, and that’s just not fair

Incredulously I see the fervent belief most of these people hold that they are intelligent or are compassionate or wise people, doing the right thing by punishing the evil doer. Wait how do they know who the evil doer is? It must be very confusing to say ‘community’ while acting out ‘hierarchy’. Naaaw, it’s easy, the evil doer is the one with the big X marked on their back, everyone knows that!

I believe in reasonable, if sometimes passionate, resolution of differences or agreeing to disagree, but I will not stoop to savagery. I don’t beat up little kids or animals. Why would I fight imbeciles? And why would I bother to fight someone too cowardly to show up in person? But I know your dirty little secret: I fascinate you. The only thing possibly exciting as rallying dark morale and waging your little wars of puppets is seeing someone capable of making their own way in the world. Someone who sees the shapes creating the shadows in the world you rule over. Endlessly tormenting yourself; controlling the control to control to control. Are you hoping to control yourself out of existence? Poof! and just like that you remove yourself from having to realize what any rational being eventually does, that zero sum games are for the unimaginative and short sighted. All the pieces move as they should, you’ve got that covered. Ahhh, reductionism. Control to control to control. Shove it down and urp it back up. The bulimic high god of war.

Feeling mighty at the little victories like rallying troops to drug and follow, surveil and act out street theater, it still wasn’t enough. You kept dropping hints that you’re behind it all and still didn’t get that I don’t give a shit, this is what I came here for. She’s just stupid, you think, maybe that since the clues weren’t enough for me to scream in despair and beg you for mercy, your actually showing your face might finally give you that satisfaction. So you cowardly plant yourself, like one of your plants, but of course you still can’t open your mouth and speak, that’s what puppets and masks are for. I have continuously extended the invitation to meet on equal ground, but that scares you apparently, because I know it’s not disinterest, your unrelenting curiosity and poking show that. And in another layer I’m sent reminders of your childhood innocence and how we sometimes take these turns in development from what, your higher self, or mine. And? Guess who has to act on self development, you.

I’ve been around the block a few times so all I can say is what I have been, since you keep asking. You seem scared. There’s nothing wrong with that. You seem stuck in control rather than acceptance and would almost rather choose death than opening to additional perspective, whether your own feelings or what might be done with your thoughts and perspectives rather than move a bunch of chess pieces around just because you can. And that’s a valid path: trying out control, but I think we both know that there’s only so much leeching that can be done until the leech is stuck all alone with nothing to suck on. You can become more aware and cunning at the cost of other’s energy and your own beingness. This is yours to handle as you see fit, but if you think that you ever stood a chance of increasing your polarity by tangling with me, you’re mistaken. I’m unaffected, it’s a tour and what ever rubs off rubs off. It’s all for fun. Then I go on to other things. Only you can find your own answers.

I go as low as you can take me or you, eat the pieces and fly free, how many times do you want to see? Can you finally mimic that or am I still supposed to feel sorry for you while you send more sheep to attack me? You get off on trying to prove how unintelligent I am relative to how intelligent I think I am, yet from where I sit you’re begging for pieces to climb out of the hole you’ve dug and that’s all there is to it. You’re a pathetic little boy who only knows how to fling his little army men toys at me.