Who is the Victim Here?--An Open Letter to My Adult Children and the World

It has come to my attention that my ex-husband and his associates are spreading the word far and wide that I "have spent over 20 years now being obsessed with getting back at him for leaving me for another woman and am crazy". The truth is that for over 20 years now I have been forced to defend myself from constant attacks, persecutions, illegal invasions of my privacy, and more from a clearly psychopathic ex-husband and that he is the one who is obsessed with ruining my life, torturing me in every way he can, and ultimately, killing me. This is what stalkers do when they are not stopped.

Outside of Central Texas and my ex-'s reach (which it should be noted is considerable), it has become well-known what is really going on here and who the true victim is. Here my ex- and his cronies are reduced to spreading lies as their only defense for the things they do that are otherwise indefensible. Within his sphere of influence, my ex- has no trouble persuading people to spread his lies; he is powerful, wealthy, well-connected, intelligent, and a skilled manipulator of people, as well as very scary to run afoul of. 

I have said it a million times and I will repeat it here again: it is a critical life skill for decent, honest, and thinking people to thoroughly check out the truthfulness of things they hear, read, or are told before they believe those things as fact and especially before they repeat them to others! Persons on the sociopathic spectrum and those who are too easily manipulated will never care about this, but I have to hope that the majority of people in this world do care and do understand that spreading lies, whether deliberately or accidentally, causes great harm and evil in the world. If you are not concerned with the moral issues of this, you should definitely be concerned with the practical issues of defaming an innocent person, like facing civil suits and/or criminal charges for slander, libel, and civil liberty violations. People who are being victimized by lies need our support and our care and definitely not our participation in this evil!

As we begin a new year, I ask everyone to thoroughly examine their own thinking and behavior. Are you really living the kind of morally upright life you want to live and being the kind of responsible person you want to be? For some, this might involve lifestyle changes equivalent to those made for losing weight or quitting smoking. I remind you too that our young children are watching our behavior and will tend to grow up mirroring their elders, so this is an important issue for other reasons as well.

As a postscript to this, I've added some truths in the post below that I have borrowed from my friend Kitty Hundal (with her kind permission). Kitty is also a long-term innocent victim of lies, persecution, stalking, harassment, and criminal acts.

Update: Shortly after I posted this, my ex- asked to have the following comment added to an older post of mine titled "Slasher". It's actually a perfect example of psychopathy and many of the "Truths" published in the post below this one.

I used to follow your blog. I was drugged and when I woke up 4 days later, I found a key and keychain on my key ring that wasn't mine. I feared for my life more than I had in several years considering I couldn't figure how or when they placed the unknown key on my keychain.

I sold my house and fled for my life!

Prior to that, they'd monitor what I watched and read on the Internet and your blog enabled them to leave a golf ball on my property and then they would bombard my neighbor with golf balls...perhaps out of confusion or intentionally as she'd often notice the creeps between our two houses.

Harassment Via WLAN/Wi-Fi

tHE FOLLOWING PIECE WAS RECENTLY POSTED BY MY FRIEND MEDAWAR ON HIS BLOG. I AM SHARING IT HERE IN ITS ENTIRETY BECAUSE IT WAS WRITTEN ABOUT WHAT IS BEING DONE TO MY DAUGHTER AND ME.

ML

MONDAY, 24 JULY 2017

Harassment Via WLAN/Wi-Fi

Who does it?

Nutters, extremists who disagree with your right to have opinions that differ from theirs, property developers who want to force you to sell your house at below the market price, nerds who just think doing this sort of thing is "cool."

What Happens?

Especially when you are trying to work on the computer rather than just use it recreationally, the internet connection becomes slow or even stops altogether. This always happens at the most frustrating times possible, and calls to the ISP, helplines etc. never resolve the problem. (Although this is achieved using the WLAN, it still slows the router itself down to a crawl, so will affect you even if using an ethernet cable connection to the router.)

How is it done?

Somebody has studied your habits at length and by various means, including monitoring activity on your WLAN, so they know when you are likely to be doing something vital to your work or living your life. This is the basic method behind all forms of stalking, and it is generally something which the stalker greatly enjoys doing. Sometimes there is no other motive than the fact that the stalker gets off on doing this sort of thing.

They fit a surplus desktop computer that has a WLAN card, with a "directional aerial" aka "high-gain antennae" (often looks like a black Pringles tube) and they position this somewhere with a line of sight to your house, and preferably to wherever your router is, within your house. Using "net-stumbler" and the high gain antennae can help them to establish exactly where all your wireless devices are, so aiming the thing directly at your router is no real problem.

They use a progamme (which they can write themselves or buy online and download for a few pounds, dollars or small fragments of a bitcoin) to repeatedly poll your router, through the WLAN network(s) (you may have more than one from the same router, they will poll them all) for access. They don't need to have the password: the router's MPU still has to pay the attempted poll attention to determine that the supplied password or key is bogus. That's the point: the MPU works in "timeslices", and every timeslice it devotes to an attempt to handshake with it over the WLAN, is a timeslice that it cannot use for communicating with your device over the same WLAN, or via the Ethernet. It can't use that stolen timeslice for transmitting and receiving data over the actual internet connection, either.

Since the stalker's computer does nothing else exceptrepeatedly make failed handshakes with your router, the router's MPU ends up with few, if any, timeslices with which to process your legitimate activity and your connection stops working. 

Remember: a violent or hysterical reaction to this is one of the payoffs for the stalker, and he will have taken steps to mislead you, so that any violence by you is directed against an innocent party, and the stalker will be quick to call the police and spin them a tale, designed to get you arrested or shot. This leads into another form of stalking: "SWAT stalking" whereby repeated false emergency calls are made to get the victim arrested by armed police.

The stalker is probably breaking several laws: fitting a high-gain antennae to a source of radio interference is illegal in most jurisdictions, as is creating a public nuisance, and it is misuse of a computer and harassment.

News Flash/Flash News

We had something very frightening happen last night, around 1:15 AM.

I was up late working on my computer, which is located next to a set of double French doors that open out onto the front porch of our house.  These French doors are always kept locked, and they are covered on the inside by thin blinds that let light in but prevent people from seeing either inside or out.  A family member was asleep in a bedroom directly above the room I was working in, and another family member was asleep at the back of the house.

Suddenly, and with no warning of any kind, there was what I can only describe as a soft explosion right in front of me, just outside the French doors on the front porch.  At the same time, an extremely bright white light shone directly into the room I was in.  My first thought was that someone had thrown some sort of incendiary device onto our porch.

A second or so later, all the lights in our house went out and my computer switched over to battery mode, meaning the power had gone out.  A second or so after that, another soft explosion just like the first went off outside on the porch, and again the very bright white light came shining into the room with me through the blinds on the French doors.  Both times, even with the blinds in between, the light shining into the room with me was almost blinding.

Again, the light only lasted a second or so.  As soon as it went out this time, our electric power suddenly came back on.  The entire event from start to finish lasted only about 10 seconds, but the power was out long enough that we had to reset all the clocks in the house.

The noise from the explosions on the front porch woke the family member who was sleeping above me, and they went running to their front window to see what was going on.  This family member got to the window just as the power went out, and they said they saw all of the lights in the houses on the hill above us go out at the same time ours did.  They also said that everyone's lights came back on at the same time. However, this family member never saw the bright white light, even though it came on for the second time while they had to have been standing by their window looking outside and the light was nearly blinding me directly below them.

The third family member woke up briefly only when they heard us talking about what had happened.  Because they were at the back of the house, they never saw or heard anything.

It should be noted that there were never any shock waves of any kind associated with the explosions we heard.  All of the energy from the explosions appeared to be associated with the bright light, which clearly was being aimed directly into the room where I was and nowhere else.  Whatever was being done seems to have caused a power overload trip that was rectified amazingly quickly; alternatively, the lights may have been put out to prevent us from being able to see the perpetrators.  (Note that there was no moon out last night.)

The incident was most definitely not a transformer blowing out and sparking.  Our transformers are all located along the street up the hill from us, where the family member above me would have been the one to see lights instead of me.  The family member at the back of the house would also have been likely to hear and see a transformer blow and spark, because they were on the same side of the house as the closest transformer.

A reliable source I described the incident to believes I might have been the victim of a "strobe weapon", an electronic flashgun that looks rather like a large lantern-type flashlight.

See:http://www.wired.com/2009/03/strobe-weapons/

I am told there are civilian versions of this that are weaker.  What I was subjected to were separate flashes of light, not strobing ones.  Apparently, police officers use these bright flashes of light to temporarily blind or distract perpetrators.

We were never able to see or hear any persons or vehicles outside in connection with this, but clearly some person or persons did this to frighten and harass us as part of the extensive campaign of organized stalking that we are longtime victims of.  The fact that they may have used equipment to do this belonging to law enforcement officers is of particular concern, as is the fact that this equipment appears to be in the hands of and/or used by organized crime (the entity behind organized stalking).

Unsuitable For Building

The property immediately to the west of mine sits along the side of a rather large gully and has a major and unsightly power line almost directly overhead, making it rather unsuitable for building on. Despite this, shortly after the zoning on both this property and my own land were illegally changed from residential to commercial in 2007 as detailed elsewhere in this blog (see, for example, http://vocct.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-story.html), a medical office building and complex were proposed for this property and were approved by the city.

In the last few weeks, construction has suddenly begun on this property. Due to the slope of the land, this has necessitated the bringing in of enormous quantities of fill material and heavy equipment to move it around, obviously at very great expense.

Why would someone do all this, when there is a great deal of other undeveloped land nearby that is clearly much more suitable for building on? The answer is that the other land is not located right next to my homestead. There is a medical building owned by the local hospital immediately to the east of my house that was built shortly after the zoning change and as part of a number of proposed buildings close by that were approved by the city around the same time as the complex being started along my western fence line. (Make that right up against my western fence line!--the fill material being brought in is being dumped right next to my fence.) Construction must now take place on the opposite side of my house so that my property is surrounded on both sides by commercial property. This is necessary so that the county appraisal district can raise their appraisals on my land to commercial levels, which they know I can't pay.

The obvious solutions to my dilemma are to either sell my property and move elsewhere or develop my property myself. However, these are not viable options for me, and the people and entities involved in the construction and planning going on around me know this. My former father-in-law is a very powerful lawyer, banker, and real estate developer who controls the local hospital board and the entire real estate market in our area and has close business and personal ties to three former U.S. presidents (Johnson, Bush, and Bush), Texas billionaires, and more; he also has high-level state and federal agents at his beck and call (see http://vocct.blogspot.com/2012/10/bringing-dirty-tricks-back-home.html). When he puts out the word that my property is not to be sold, purchased, or developed by me or anyone else, no one dares to defy him. This means that even if I could persuade a real estate agent to list the property for sale, no one would dare to buy it, and even if I could get someone to help me develop my land, the city would never approve another development plan.

My former father-in-law and his associates have made lifelong careers out of obtaining property for development on the cheap by getting people into financial trouble in various ways and then buying their homes and land at property tax auctions on various county courthouse steps in our region or as emergency buy-outs. Classic examples of this are the Boot Ranch development, Tapatio Springs resort near Boerne, and shopping centers at The Rim in San Antonio. In my case, I'm sure locals think the idea of the city and county receiving money for the purchase of my property instead of me (however piddling the sum) is a wonderful way of keeping their own taxes down.  They don't seem to be able to realize (at least not until it's too late!) that for the greedy, there is never enough and that their turn to have their property grabbed, or that of loved ones, will eventually come.  [This may be quite soon for some, given the current push for a bypass around my city.  Land located along any proposed routes will suddenly become very valuable commercial property that is ripe for development and therefore highly desirable!]

In the process of these land grabs, people standing in the way often suddenly turn up dead. My neighborhood is no exception to this; at least four people owning property close to mine have died suddenly and violently. Two were found shot to death, one was brought to the hospital dead of unknown causes, and one was found dead underneath a tractor. One of the gunshot victims was my next-door neighbor who, with her husband, owned the property to the west of mine that is now being developed. All of these deaths took place shortly after my husband suddenly left me in 1999,

At the time of the zoning change to commercial and the approval of the medical complex, the property in the gully that is now being built on was listed as being owned by a local physician and her husband, a civil engineer who works for a major local construction company. (The husband also currently sits on the local school board.) Recently, however, an attorney and former city judge who now heads the local hospital foundation went to great pains to seek me out at my workplace so she could tell me herself that she and her father from Colorado had purchased the property to the west of mine and would be building on it. This former judge and her father are also listed as having purchased a large, multi-story medical office building next to the local hospital and supposedly built by them, which is just to the southeast of my property.

I believe that the local physician, her engineer husband, the former judge, and the judge's father are all fronting for my ex-husband and his father. As a fellow physician who was Chief of Staff at the time, my ex- had to have known about the hospital and medical expansion that was being planned for our neighborhood. His sudden departure in 1999 coincides with the murder outside the U.S. of a person who appears to have found out what was going on here and planned to reveal it very publicly. This victim, like the gunshot victims here, was also shot in the head. And I know for a fact that my ex-husband went to great lengths to try and conceal his whereabouts at the time the foreign victim was killed.

Because of the way law enforcement at all levels in the U.S. (including the Department of Justice) has repeatedly refused to help me over the years (undoubtedly due to my former father-in-law's high-level connections), I have little hope of getting any of the assistance or relief I'm entitled to under the law here or of getting the homicides of my neighbors investigated and prosecuted properly. The victim from outside the U.S. is another matter, however, since other countries tend to become upset when foreigners come over and assassinate their prominent citizens. I have every confidence that the foreign victim's death is currently being investigated thoroughly and that charges, if warranted, will be brought. I'm also very glad there are no statutes of limitations on murder cases.

Meanwhile, the illegal stalking and harassment directed at me and my adult children continues unabated. Much of the construction noise from next door is deliberately amplified at times when we are at home. One day last week, I awoke to find that the top portion of our trash had been removed from the bin and scattered all over our front lawn so I'd have to be outside for longer than usual while a large number of heavy construction vehicles that had been waiting just around the corner could slowly parade by. (Most of these vehicles belonged to the same construction company that the afore-mentioned civil engineer works for.) And my ex-husband was careful to leave his latest calling card (a bright pink Christmas bow; he know it's my favorite color) in the center of all the mess. Just this morning, on the way to work, I was headlight-harassed (see http://vocct.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-spot-gangstalking-primer.html) by a young female physician with a short blonde bob driving a gray car. In fact, the community-wide stalking and harassment are currently so severe that I sense a documentary film coming on.

By the way, property immediately across the street from the gully currently being built in was the scene of another bizarre and violent death; see http://vocct.blogspot.com/2012/02/developers-greed.html.

Finally, I am far from the only one currently having problems with our local hospital, which recently was awarded one of only two very prestigious national awards (the other recipient being Duke Medical Center).  Coincidentally (??), the major hospital in a neighboring county that is our hospital's main rival was informed around the same time that they'd just been listed as not being up to Medicare standards in the field that my ex-husband specializes in here.  Both of these smack highly of a combination of my former father-in-law's national connections and the expensive public relations firms he employs.  (The rival hospital and its doctors are furious, of course.)

As my friend Medawar likes to say, there's no crime a property developer won't commit!

[*Be sure to read the comments below.]  

Chronology Of Pool Harassment

As victims of organized stalking, my children and I are often forced to cope with problems related to constant tampering with various items in and around our home. Our garage has been broken into so many times and our garage door opener and locking mechanism have been so thoroughly and repeatedly disabled that we've been told they are now impossible to repair, yet there is no point in replacing them, because they are almost immediately taken out again. And due to a combination of tampering with the controls through attic break-ins and some type of remote device that is frequently used to trip the reset button on it, our water heater is often disabled.

However, the item most commonly illegally tampered with at our house is our backyard swimming pool. The following chronology documents some of the major events in the history of our pool for your consideration.

August 1991: I went into the hospital to give birth to my youngest child. Due to complications, I did not return for a week. Imagine my surprise when I got home to find a large hole in the ground just outside the back door! My husband had suddenly decided to install an in-ground swimming pool without bothering to discuss it with me first. I was very upset about both his making all of the arrangements without even telling me and also about the safety issues related to having an open pool so close to the house that it couldn't even be fenced off, when we had young children and a new baby. (My husband immediately ordered a locking safety cover for the pool to ally my fears.) When the pool was completed, my husband engaged a pool maintenance company owned by a friend of his I'll call “Pool Guy 1” to take care of it regularly for us.

May 1999: My husband startled me one day by suddenly declaring that the pool was too expensive and we should just dismantle it and have the ground filled in. I told him the kids would be very upset to lose it and that we needed to discuss this together as a family. I also tried to question him about the expense, since as a physician with a good income, this should not have been an issue.

June 1999: My husband suddenly moved out and filed for divorce with no advance warning. About two weeks later, I noticed that the pool was turning green. I began calling Pool Guy 1 and left repeated messages on his answering machine, but no one ever called me back. A week later, with the pool now very green, I began calling other pool maintenance companies in the area. They all said they were too busy to take on new customers and couldn't help us. Eventually, someone gave me the name of another man I'll call “Pool Guy 2” who was starting up a new pool maintenance company in our area. Pool Guy 2 came out to clean our pool, and I hired him to take over the regular maintenance. Pool Guy 2 also told me that Pool Guy 1 had skipped town for some reason.

Over the years, we had a great many incidents of breakage and damage done to our pool tile and equipment. Pool Guy 2 knew I was on a tight budget and managed to help us keep the pool going, often making repairs with used or refurbished parts.

2011 and Early 2012: Sometime in this time period (I can't remember exactly when), Pool Guy 2 told me he and his wife had reached the point where they no longer wanted to live in our area. He and I discussed some of the problems here. He said he was moving his family to Boerne but would continue serving his regular customers up here. Shortly after that, Pool Guy 2 told me that his wife and child had been seriously injured in a car wreck on I-10 while in the process of moving to Boerne and that they'd been hospitalized in San Antonio. Then a few months later, he said he himself was having serious health problems. Not long after that, he suddenly greatly increased the rates he was charging me for his regular pool service.

Summer 2012: We gradually noticed our pool turning green again and realized that Pool Guy 2 had not been coming as scheduled. We also noticed that our Polaris, which Pool Guy 2 had said he was taking home with him to work on, had not been returned. I tried calling him, but there was no answer. As the pool got worse over the next few weeks and I still couldn't reach him, I began calling other companies. One of the companies I called turned out to be owned by the adult children of Pool Guy 1. Like all the other companies I called, they too said they were too busy to take on new customers, but they said their father had recently come back to town and was taking a few regular customers of his own. They said they had talked to him and that he was willing to come over and help get our pool going again if I wanted him to. I did not want to hire him again, but his children claimed Pool Guy 1 had done rehab for substance abuse problems and was now reliable again, so I got his phone number but continued to try to get someone else to come out. Eventually, desperate, I did give Pool Guy 1 a call. When another week went by where he didn't return any of my calls, I called his children back and told them I couldn't reach him. They said they'd talk to their father, and shortly after that, he did call me and come out. Pool Guy 1 looked at our pool—and then disappeared again. Before he left, he told me that Pool Guy 2 was now in rehab for substance abuse.

With the pool getting filthy, I tried to get someone from Kerrville to come over and help us, but no one would. Eventually, I was able to arrange for a “Pool Guy 3” to drive up to Fredericksburg from Boerne to teach one of my adult children and me how to take care of the pool ourselves. When he got here, Pool Guy 3 showed us that our automatic chlorinator had been stolen by someone who knew what they were doing, since the missing chlorinator had been expertly plumbed around. I knew this had to have been done fairly recently, because at one point, I had sent my friend Medawar photographs of the pool plumbing, and the chlorinator had been there. (Most likely, the chlorinator was removed by Pool Guy 1.)

We have taken over caring for the pool ourselves since then, but we cannot afford to replace the chlorinator or the Polaris and have never been able to get the pool back to its proper condition.

Pool Guy 2's company is publishing advertisements in the local newspaper for their services again.

On a final note, I believe being submerged in water provides protection from radio waves; see

http://vocct.blogspot.com/2012/10/bringing-dirty-tricks-back-home.html

Certainly the timing comparisons are interesting.

Community Harassment

Several days ago, two of my adult children were subjected to a large group of local young people running back and forth repeatedly in front of our house for some time while I was at work.  These young people were accompanied by the adult female in the vehicle shown here, and she appeared to be in charge of the harassment.

My children said that some of the joggers came down and trespassed on our property, despite being repeatedly asked to leave.  One even came and rang our doorbell, and he refused to leave even when informed that my children intended to call the police.  After about five minutes, he did eventually leave, but my offspring who owns the Kia Rio shown parked in front of our house said they were afraid some of the joggers who were hanging around the vehicle would damage it, since this vehicle has been "keyed" before.

It upsets me that my kids were targeted and frightened like this while I was gone.  But it bothers me considerably more that adults in our community who are in positions of leadership with local young people would deliberately teach them to commit criminal acts like harassment, organized stalking, trespassing, and more (see my earlier post titled "Sabotage", for example).  Many of the youths seen jogging back and forth in front of our house (and note that they are going nowhere else but repeatedly back and forth in front of our house!) in my offspring's video below are clad in jogging attire that appear to represent organized sports teams at our local high school.  And a previous post here from quite a while ago details a very similar incident, confirming that the community harassment of us is both ongoing and of long duration.

Far more disturbing is the fact that my children and I have been the victims of these kinds of incidents and far worse for over 13 years now.  The questions of why and how an entire community's reasons and behaviors can become so warped and sick that their members consider these sorts of criminal behaviors both normal and pleasurable are addressed in an earlier post of mine titled "Why They Do It" and also in Medawar's post here titled "Empire Builders".

For more information on the subject of community harassment, please see:

http://www.thehiddenevil.com/motivation.asp

License Plates

In previous posts, I've discussed the fact that at any given time, approximately one out of every four vehicles seen on our Central Texas roads and highways have license plate violations. (I'm not exaggerating. I've done the surveys and the math.) These violations include missing front plates, non-matching front and back plates, plates that belong on a different vehicle, improper or fake plates, fake or expired temporary tags, obscured plates (by plastic covers, dirt, frames, etc.), and even plates that can be flipped up or down or changed in other ways while the vehicles is in motion. The vast majority of these plate violations are so blatant and the number of violations is so great that they beg the question of why local law enforcement refuses to do anything about them.

To victims of organized stalking like myself, however, the most interesting type of illegal license plates has to be the ones that appear to be Texas custom plates containing messages clearly meant for us that are being illegally manufactured by someone and then paraded by us (sometimes repeatedly) by stalkers. For example, as I filled up my vehicle with gas before going to Boerne to meet with private investigators Ken Hays and Jack Short for the first time, someone drove an older model gold-colored sedan with a Texas plate that read "SET UP" by me repeatedly. Short and Hays then conned and defrauded me as detailed elsewhere in this blog, and Hays turned out to head the organized stalking ring that continues to victimize my children and me. Since my original encounter with this plate, I have observed it many additional times on numerous other vehicles, often just before I've been victimized in other ways. The older gold car I first saw the plate on has also had Texas plate R34-XBN on it, by the way.

While I have no doubts at all that some of the Texas custom license plates I've observed are genuine, I'm equally certain that many of them are bogus, either because of the message/s they contain that are clearly directed at me, or because they contain words or meanings that I'm sure the State of Texas would never allow on a legal plate.

Listed below are examples of Texas plates my kids and I have seen over the years:

I AM SS (on a silver SUV)
GT IT UP
ZICKEN
DRY ICE
MR BAGZ
COW PWR
DBBNB (white pickup with a closed bed with silver handles on top of the cover)
BRAZOS (on a Kansas plate)
GLOCK U (on a large, unmarked pickup)
W STAR
DROWN (seen just before a heavy rain)
BRIGHT (seen just before someone blinded me temporarily by shining an extremely bright and very white light into my vehicle from behind while I was driving at night)
TIMEX
STRIKE and STRYKE
PJR
CRK HED (on a silver Town and Country van)
72S-KM9 on the front plate and 725-KM9 on the back plate of a custom-painted dark green and brown/tan truck
7TG
APEX IV (tan sedan)
SUMR RN (pale blue VW)
TRL LWR
DR DAVE
COME 4 U
CINCH (reported by one of my adult children)
IRSH 1
MANANA
SLACK
RELIEV
SUESS
FI STIE
BOOB
A-TRAIN

KOMRAY
DED (white letters on a black background, of course)
DOUTFUL (on a large white SUV)
STOKED (on Range Rover)
TIMEX
7TG
DROWN (black Arizona plate)
FINS UP (small dark pickup)
SAHM (black and gold Escalade pickup)
MYOB
DREAM (on pink background)
4 AK
AAUGH
LDF
REDOOR (white letters on red background on pickup with illegal red front parking lights)
MK4YOU
HEART (white letters on a black background)
STST (If you know me, you will understand this one!)
BURLAP (Wish LE from Long Island had seen this one!!)
ITS 5 OS
BLKLST
ASTRO K
TL LOVE
SHEEMZ
XFIT
AGEVET
SSEEYA
ZUZU
LSQ 5
BUBADO
ABS
TOMAS
PLANT
NRACLU
SAHM1
ICE DLH
OPN RMS
DKLORD
NOELLE
YES DER
SAPPO
NUNU1
ITS SLD  (probably refers to my property; see various other posts here)
BLOCK
AVENUE (black on white; has a strip above it that flips between Texas and Penn)
AMFM GUY (Florida plate)
LOST (white on black; seen on both the front and back of a pickup truck identical to one owned by my ex-husband)

I will be adding to this list as we spot more unusual plates, so you might want to check back here from time to time to see my further additions. Also, please feel free to add plates you observe in comments at the end of this post.

Finally, I'm including a copy of a recent comment of my ex-husband's that gives his explanation for the use of illegally manufactured custom license plates in organized stalking:

Anonymous said...
I have a way to sort my email into piles which I do not even open. Much like junk mail at home. I don't purposefully discard them either. I sometimes take paint pictures of the threats that roll in ... health, robbery, vandalism, heart, diabetes, lung, car wrecks, bad knees ... ANYTHING they can think of with my family including putting their names on car tags and short words of things we talked about (I.E: "SUZYCASA" when I discussed buying a house with my niece. (her name is NOT suzy they used her real name) my GOD it goes on and on and on. I consider it theater. Probably because I just do. I live my life very well and while I prefer it here of course; I am not afraid to die. I am actually a perfect target. I am also the perfect storm, too stupid to be scared.(that's a bad joke) I'll tell you what worries me the most with you is that catapault sounding thing. I've had them swerve their whole cars right at me. That pretty much ceased with the video camera. You are so brave and so full of heart's courage, just corral that email and CONTROL IT. Don't read it like they want you to. Delay reading it or filter it if you can to delay reading it. THAT way it loses its effectiveness A GREAT DEAL. I patiently went through and "spammed" the pieces until EVERY piece in my inbox was ABSOLUTE EMAIL and I give THAT address to NO ONE. NO ONE. THEN I go to the bulk folder every few days or once a week (and NOT at the same time) and I take "paint" or copy/paste to word I also copy the paints to word maybe I should call them screen shots .. of all the bulk that seems threatening. I VERY VERY RARELY read it.
For awhile they sent those ... "substance abuse" (going to addict my family to drugs) "find a home for OLD MOM" "auto glass" ... OH MY GOD IT GOES ON AND ON. I found the COLOMBIAN AUTO GLASS (who was a regular stalker) guy's picture on the sheriff's website and so there went all of that stuff amazing how they know I find out who they are and then don't show up anymore, huh? They're looking for a way to get a toe and claw hold. ANYTHING. ANYTHING.
February 11, 2012 9:23 AM

Update:

Ugliness, From Petty To Criminal

Acts of stalking and harassment committed against me seem to be escalating again, for some reason.

Last Saturday (12/3/11), I needed to work late and didn’t get home until after midnight. Before I pulled into my driveway, I stopped in front of my mailbox to get the mail. As soon as I’d stepped out of my vehicle to go around to open the mailbox, a man and a large dog on a harness and leash stepped out onto the street directly in front of me from a dark, brushy area of my property just west of the top of the drive. (From where they stepped out, the man and his dog had to have been trespassing on my property.) Of course this startled and frightened me, especially when I realized they were coming toward me. However, as soon as the man was sure I’d seen him, he and the dog quickly turned around and hurried off in the opposite direction. All I could see of him in the dim light was that he was youngish (20-40), had dark hair and a medium athletic build, and was probably Caucasian. He had clearly known I was coming, since he had lain in wait for me, but because it was cold out and he’d had on only a light jacket, I doubt he’d been waiting there long.

Overnight, it rained a bit off and on. The next morning (Sunday) when I went out to get the newspaper, I discovered someone had poked several holes in the plastic bag covering our paper in order to try to ruin it with water damage (see photos below). Fortunately, heavier rain held off until just after I’d retrieved the paper, so this attempt failed.

Then, around noon on the same day (12/4/11), we were startled by someone ringing our doorbell twenty or more times in rapid succession. I went to the front door and saw two local police officers, one male and one female. The female officer laughingly told me through the door that one of our cows had gotten loose and that I needed to get it back inside our fence; the male officer was also grinning from ear to ear. I told her that we’ve had a lot of trouble with people letting our livestock out in various ways over the years (picking, cutting or breaking the locks on our gates; cutting holes in our fences; etc.) and that I’d be right out to retrieve the cow. It was cold, wet, and muddy, and I needed to change clothes, which I did quickly. I also grabbed a bucket of feed from the garage.

I easily lured the cow along the outside of my fence and then down the street and into the gate to our pasture, despite the many additional police officers who’d suddenly showed up first blocking my path with one of their patrol cars and then repeatedly letting vehicles pass, despite their promise to temporarily close the street to traffic while the cow and I had to be in it for a short distance (which took us less than five minutes total).

After the officers left, I began walking the fence line along the western side of my property, since that side was where the escaped cow had been found. Sure enough, I soon found a place where my fence had been cut and then folded inward (NOT outward, as an escaping animal would have left it!). I photographed the damage with the camera on my cell phone and sent the photos to various places for safekeeping.

I then called the law enforcement dispatcher and asked them to send someone back to take a police report. During this call, I made it very clear to her that the responding officer/s needed to walk the short distance down my western fence line from the street and meet me at the location where the damage was, because I could not leave a hole in my fence of that size unattended for long. However, a few minutes later, I heard the loud approaching wail of a police siren as a patrol car sped up to the front of our house. The siren was then turned off, but a few minutes later, I could see a patrol car driving slowly up and down our street, so I called the dispatcher back and repeated my message that the officers would have to park and walk the short distance down the hill to where I was.

Five or ten minutes later, the same male and female officers who’d come to my door arrived to look at the damaged fence. The male officer tried to tell me that some of the broken ends of fencing had rust on them and that this indicated an old break the cow had simply escaped through; both officers also noted that there were no footprints in the mud other than the cow’s. I showed them many other places where the fence wires had been recently and cleanly cut, some of which even had shear and tool marks on them, and I then pointed out barbed wire strands over the top of the nine-foot high fence, which had also clearly been cut, and remarked that the cow would not have been able to reach that high. I did agree that the fencing at that spot looked like it had been tampered with repeatedly over a long period of time, and I reminded the officers about the serious trespassing problems we’ve had on our property for years: people leaving trash, partying, shooting rockets and guns, breaking into our barn, and more.

At that point, the officer did admit that someone had cut our fence. They agreed to file a police report, but I did not see them take any photographs.

After they left, I put some wood in the opening to lock it temporarily and went back to the house for supplies. I then took additional photos of the damage with my camera (see below) and then wired the hole closed with wire and wire cutters. While I was doing this, I noticed that someone had left a golf ball next to the hole in the fence (see photo) and another one nearby on my side of the fence (see photo). [For many years, we’ve had problems with trespassers leaving trails of golf balls on our property to let us know they’d been there. I’ve discussed this problem in previous posts on this blog.]










Later that day, I decided I’d better check our entire fence line for damage. I was almost back to the house when I discovered a second large hole that had been cut in our fence. This other hole was on the opposite (east) side of our property. It was smaller and lower than the hole on the other side—not big enough for a cow to escape through, but easily big enough to admit a dog of the size I’d seen with the man the night before, or even a person, if they stooped down. This second hole had to have been cut very recently: there were clear cutting marks on the strands, there was no rust on any of the cuts, the cuts were even and aligned with each other, and the cut portion of the fence had been folded inward, not outward. This second hole in the fence was located directly behind a very recently built medical office building (to hide it from view from the nearby street, which runs along my property on that side, but it’s also important to note that anyone coming to this office building, and particularly anyone using their parking lot, would have been able to easily see this cut-out hole in my fence).



Again, I photographed the damage with my cell phone camera and sent the pictures off for safekeeping. I then called law enforcement again and asked them to send someone out to make another report. I was told someone would be coming, but that it might take them twenty or thirty minutes to arrive because they were busy. I told the dispatcher I would wait for the police behind the office building, where the damage was, even though the sun was setting and it would be completely dark by the time the police got there. While I waited, I took photographs with my regular camera as shown below. The entire time I was waiting, it was cold, windy, and raining lightly, and there was a heavy and steady stream of vehicles driving by me repeatedly out on the street, which normally doesn’t have much traffic at that time of day.

Eventually, a lone male police officer arrived and apologized for having taken so long to get there (he said local law enforcement was very busy with a case where someone had committed suicide!). This time, the officer immediately admitted the damage to our fence was both very recent and definitely criminal. He took some flash photographs this time, and he also used my wire and cutters to help me wire the hole closed, while I held a flashlight so he could see. After the repair was completed, I asked his permission to cut through the office parking lot so I could walk the short distance home along the street and under the streetlights, instead of having to stumble through my pasture in the dark. He offered to give me a ride home, but I told him I wanted to walk some of the mud off my shoes and would be fine.

Last night, I had to work very late again. As I was driving home alone along Hwy 87 between Comfort and Fredericksburg well after midnight, a local ambulance suddenly appeared behind me with both its internal and external regular (white) lights on. It began to tailgate my vehicle very aggressively, and it kept this up for at least five miles (and probably more). At no time did this ambulance ever turn on its colored lights, horn, or siren, and its driver could have driven around me at any time (there were many legal passing places and no other vehicles on the highway) but did not do so. Having this large vehicle, so brightly lit from inside, driving so close to my rear bumper was very frightening to me. I slowed down and kept waiting for the ambulance to pass me at one of the marked passing zones, but it didn’t. I moved into the right-hand lane at the next place where the road widened into two lanes on my side. To my relief, the ambulance finally passed me, but as soon as it did so, someone switched off the interior lights before it went speeding off.

When I got home, I discovered that someone had stolen my local (weekly) newspaper from my front yard. And most of our favorite channels (including CNN and HLN) have suddenly and selectively disappeared from our cable television, and the company can’t seem to fix the problem after a week of trying. As I’ve been sitting here typing this, I’ve received a hang-up phone call, and someone has somehow been repeatedly disabling the port my computer mouse is using, forcing me to move it to various other ones. Unbelievable!

Truck Wars

The stalking and harassment being directed at me while I'm driving to and from work continues unabated, despite my earlier post on the subject. Recently, however, I've noticed a serious increase in incidents involving large trucks and other heavy vehicles, like over sized pickups, trailers, RVs, large SUVs, and the like. This is very dangerous, both to me and to other vehicles, particularly on I-10, where the speeds involved are high.

Large trucks come barrelling down the entrance ramps at me, trying to force me into someone else next to me in the passing lane. They tailgate me (usually with their lights on, as described in a previous post here) in the right hand lane, ignoring clear opportunities to pass me. They zoom past me, then cut into my lane in front of me and slow to a crawl (at which point, at least 100 of their friends in smaller vehicles suddenly start passing me to my left in a line where they're so close together that I'm trapped behind the slow-moving vehicle; remember, I'm being stalked by very large numbers of people from this area). The big trucks and other large vehicles also drive for long stretches in my blind spots, hoping I won't see them and will hit them (in which case, of course, I'll come out second-best). They swerve repeatedly at my vehicle from neighboring lanes, trying to make me panic and lose control. They surround my vehicle very closely on three sides and then start swerving at me, which is especially disconcerting and dangerous when the three vehicles doing this are all semi rigs.

But wait, there's more! Two weeks ago, a passenger in a large pickup that had just passed me suddenly threw a square black piece of metal out of their window at my windshield. There was nothing I could do to avoid this, but luckily, it just missed hitting my vehicle and bounced onto the pavement next to me.

Then there's the constant variety of bizarre and dangerous objects and items left in the roadway for me to either attempt to avoid or hit: everything from everyday items to trash to scrap metal to dead animals I've previously seen off to the side of the road that are suddenly moved back onto it for my next trip (yes, they definitely were dead the first time around; they didn't move by themselves!). On one particularly memorable occasion several years ago, two guys riding (illegally, of course) in the open bed of a pickup suddenly pushed an antique sofa off the back of the truck directly in front of me and laughed as I swerved to miss hitting it (successfully, thank heavens!).

This week, I had problems several days in a row with a particular white over sized pickup with a HCTC logo on it. I also had problems near the Comfort entrance ramp with another large white pickup truck that was carrying a large concrete vault on the back that had "Biohazard" printed in black lettering on the back of it. This last was especially interesting, given that the location where I encountered it is very close to the property that is the subject of discussion in my earlier "Death In Comfort" post.

Although, as explained in previous posts, some of the vehicles involved in the stalking and harassment of us are marked law enforcement vehicles of various kinds, I will be submitting a copy of this post to the Texas Department of Public Safety, along with my latest request for their protection of both myself and other innocent drivers. My previous complaints to them have gone unanswered, but I will continue to file written complaints with them nonetheless, in order to leave a written record of what's being done.

Today's Worst Stalkers

I suppose I should have expected the severe road stalking I experienced today, no doubt as a reaction to my post of last night, since the organized stalking that's directed against my children and me is so pervasive in this area in general and law enforcement at all levels does so little (i.e., nothing) to help us. I always hope for the best in people, even as I continue to be an innocent victim of the worst in people.

So, out of the many people who actively participated in the organized stalking of me today, who do you think wins the prize for being the worst? Was it the man on the bicycle with a helmet on his head and a large backpack on his back who looked a great deal like my ex-husband and was waiting across the highway from my house to dart out in front of me as I left for work? Maybe it was the guy in the large red pickup bearing Texas plate AF9-2007, who very aggressively tailgated me with his headlights on and ignored numerous opportunities to go around me before eventually speeding off down the freeway (switching his lights off as he passed me) this morning.

Perhaps today's worst stalkers were some of the many other drivers who kept their lights on while driving behind me as I came home from work that also switched their lights off as soon as they moved in front of me. There were certainly a lot of these!, like persons in the white hatchback with Texas plate 4BJCH, the white car with Texas plate 311-RKW (which also tailgated me aggressively), the tan car with Texas plate 319-LYS, the white car with Texas plate BL3-Z512, the blue hatchback with Texas plate BV4-K475, the black SUV with Texas plate CKJ-250, the white car with Texas plate KSC-752, or the van with Texas handicapped plate 8CWFC.

Maybe today's worst stalkers were among the many drivers instead coming toward me with their lights on who immediately switched their lights off as they passed me on the other side of the highway--there were a lot of these as well! (And no, I'm not talking about all the drivers with their lights on during the daytime, only the ones who switched them on or off relative to their position with my vehicle.)

Or maybe today's worst stalker was the driver of the large truck with "Stevens Transport" printed on the side that drove so slowly and without lights while I was behind it but quickly switched its headlights on as I passed it and then sped away at the next exit.

But no; the award for the very worst organized stalkers of today goes to [drumroll, please!]: the people in the dark gray car bearing Texas plate 227-PVS that repeatedly drove up behind me with their headlights on, turned them off as they passed me and left them off while they were in front of me, slowed down in order to force me to pass them and switched their lights back on again as I did so, dropped back for awhile, and then repeated the process. The fact that these people (and there were a number of them in the car) could not seem to stop doing this over and over again is a classic example of psychopathic behavior, and possibly also an example of group evil as defined by author M. Scott Peck.

FBI Scam??

Like many people, I receive a lot of spam emails. However, when this email from the FBI recently turned up in my Spam Folder, it caught my attention.

Upon opening it, I was shocked to find that it's actually a scam email supposedly sent to me by the FBI! I say supposedly because I don't believe the FBI actually tries to scam people (at least, I hope not!). And as far as I know, the FBI doesn't have any Hotmail accounts (at least, not official ones).

Clearly, this was sent to me as harassment, since I don't see how anyone could take it seriously, and I receive lots of harassing emails anyway.

The worrisome part is that whomever sent this to me was so brazen as to use the FBI as a cover. It's seriously disturbing to realize that someone deliberately used the FBI name and information to harass me with no apparent fear whatsoever of being prosecuted by them!

An official complaint has been filed over this email, but as yet, no one in law enforcement has contacted me about it.

Harassment By Public Entity

Yesterday, we discovered that this sign has suddenly been erected next to our fence and right next to the entrance to the driveway down to our house.

Our driveway entrance is located just to the left of the sign in these photos. To the right of the sign and set back a bit from the street (because of the parking lot in front of it) is a building that was formerly a Gambro dialysis clinic but is now a rehabilitation facility owned by our local hospital. According to the last tax records and official public notices I've seen, this entire piece of property bordering ours is owned by the local hospital, which is a public entity.

The sign has been placed in front of the narrow gap between the rehab. facility and our fence. If something else is to be built there, it will need to be either very small or very narrow in order to fit!

We believe this sign serves no useful purpose and was placed there solely as harassment directed at us. The fact that it is installed on what I assume is still publicly-owned property (because I haven't seen any of the official notices that are required when public property is bought or sold) means we are, in effect, being harassed by the entire community. Further, we believe this sign was probably erected as "punishment" for my previous post here.

If you find all this a bit difficult to believe or understand, I suggest you go back to "The Most Corrupt Town In America" (posted here on 11/10/10) and reread it carefully. Then start looking through the documents posted throughout this blog.

Notes On Illegal Surveillance And Organized Stalking

Since my children and I continue to find clear indications of the presence of large amounts of illegal surveillance equipment in our house and on our property on an almost daily basis (and are positive this equipment is still fully operational and functioning because of various acts and actions committed regularly by persons stalking us), I could go on documenting this here indefinitely as I’ve been doing in preceding posts. (I almost certainly will be returning to this at some point.) However, I believe, for various reasons, that now is a good time for me to pause and summarize what I’ve both found and documented so far, discuss what it means, and compare it with things I’m currently learning and hearing from other victims of organized stalking.

My children and I have been victims of organized stalking for twelve years (with no end in sight). The children are now young adults (all over the age of 18), but they were all underage victims for many years. We believe we are being targeted as part of a “Trammel” conspiracy (see my "Code Names" post from 9/28/09) in order to illegally obtain our house and land for development by physicians and other persons connected with our local hospital.

Most of the various kinds of stalking-related incidents committed against us could not possibly have been committed without the persons committing them having had access to extensive minute-to-minute knowledge of our whereabouts at all times plus knowledge of what goes on inside our house, on our property, and inside our vehicles. A few of these incidents might be considered coincidental, but thousands of them, committed day after day for twelve years, are not. Because of this, we are positive that illegal surveillance equipment is installed in our home and vehicles and on our property.

Over the years, I have hired a number of private investigators (p.i.s) licensed with the Private Security Board (PSB) of the Texas Department of Public Safety (DPS) to find and remove this equipment and gather evidence to be used to prosecute individuals installing it and accessing information from it. These p.i.s charged me large sums of money for this but never actually did anything and also defrauded me in other serious ways. (I filed complaints with the DPS about this, but they refused to do anything.) Some of these investigators were (or claimed to be) former federal law enforcement agents and/or persons with close ties to federal agencies.

Because there were also clear signs that local law enforcement officers were involved in the stalking of us, I then hired Diop Kamau of the Police Complaint Center, a nationally know organization that’s linked to many respected law enforcement websites, to help me deal with the stalking and the illegal surveillance. Instead, Kamau also defrauded and victimized me. When I discovered this and confronted him, he began insisting that I allow persons in his employ to enter our home and remove some sort of equipment they’d installed, but he repeatedly refused to describe, list, or give me the locations of any of this equipment, so I refused them entry. Kamau then threatened us with an illegal invasion of our home by local police officers to remove the equipment (see “Illegal Surveillance, Part III”, posted here on 11/12/09).

I filed repeated complaints with the DPS, the FBI, and the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) begging them for protection, asking them to properly sweep our property for illegal devices and remove and prosecute for them, requesting that they prosecute the various other serious crimes committed against us (which I repeatedly submitted extensive documentation of), and more; I even personally visited the San Antonio FBI office three times. None of these agencies would do anything to help us. Sample responses I’ve received from them are posted here under "Today The DOJ Said" (12/4/10), "DOJ Civil Rights Division" (6/28/10), and "The DOJ Said" (9/19/09).

At the same time, local first responders had serious problems with missing, unaccounted for, or improperly used surveillance and other equipment, much of it purchased with federal grant money. (See, for example, my "Defibrillators" (10/7/09) and "Missing Equipment" (1/14/11) posts here.) Not long after the threatened invasion of our home, Brian Collister of WOAI reported on over $30 million worth of missing federal equipment, much of it sophisticated surveillance equipment (see “Illegal Surveillance Summary”, posted here on 11/17/09). Collister said he had turned a list of this equipment over to Rep. Lamar Smith, who promised to look into it, but as far as I know, nothing was ever done. It’s also important to note that there are companies located here that have federal contracts to manufacture some of this equipment.

Because I was not able to obtain any of the help we needed despite years of constantly trying, I was advised to start documenting what was being done to us and to others here on a blog, which was why this one was started. Eventually, the blog attracted international attention. It has been assistance from outside the U.S. that has enabled us to start locating and documenting the illegal surveillance equipment being used to facilitate the stalking of us, rather than U.S. help of any kind. That fact alone ought to cause every American citizen considerable concern and dismay!

The vast majority of the population knows stalking only as a one-on-one kind of criminal victimization and has trouble dealing with the concept of organized stalking, the idea that people can be (and are!) being deliberately stalked by large groups of people who are being given access to illegal surveillance of victims wholesale. It is my fervent hope that the things I’m describing, explaining, photographing, and posting here will go a long way toward educating the general public about what’s really going on. For example, the ways I’ve illustrated and explained that illegal equipment has been installed in and on our house alone require the involvement of skilled professional electricians, carpenters, construction experts, wallpaper and flooring installation experts, heating and air conditioning technicians, painters, electronics and telecommunication experts, computer experts, and more. There’s simply no way a single person could have this much expertise!

There’s no question about the fact that large numbers of people are currently participating in the illegal stalking, harassment, and victimization of others, both here and around the world. The question then becomes why. For an excellent discussion of this at the interpersonal level, please see "Science Is A Freedom" at the Medawar's Cornflakes blog (posted 12/14/08) and "The Culture Of Impunity" (posted here on 1/4/11). For views on how this fits into an historical perspective, please see “Empire Builders”, posted here on 10/30/10. As to why large numbers of people would knowingly and willingly access illegal surveillance of others (including young children), often in their most private moments, I direct your attention to the excellent book People Of The Lie, by the late F. Scott Peck.

This blog has brought me into contact with other victims of organized stalking from across the U.S. and all over the globe. One major trend that’s emerging as we compare notes is that victims commonly report being followed and/or stalked by either persons flashing law enforcement badges or persons who say they were asked to follow or commit harassing or illegal acts against someone by a person or persons flashing law enforcement badges and claiming to be law enforcement officers (often federal). U.S. citizens (and those of most other countries as well) should be aware that no legitimate law enforcement officer will ever do this, and that is someone ever asks them to do anything like this, they should refuse and threaten to call legitimate law enforcement—and then do it!. People also need to be aware that a high percentage of the time, the badges the people making these requests flash at them are fake (even though some of these are extremely realistic-looking). I have personally seen some of the people following me flash very official-looking badges at people, so I know for a fact that this is occurring. Several times, this happened to me at various post offices, after which the item I was mailing disappeared or was seriously tampered with.

Many victims of organized stalking also report the involvement of local law enforcement officers. A new trend that is developing, however, is the extensive involvement of “community policing” groups or organizations, some of which appear to actually be operating solely as a cover for organized stalking. (Comparisons with Nazi Germany here are encouraged!)

There’s one extremely important trend in particular that’s emerging as a result of my sharing information with other organized stalking victims that fellow victims must be made aware of. Many victims are reporting that their stalking began because someone powerful, wealthy, or well-connected badly wanted something they had. Usually, this is real estate, but sometimes it’s a spouse or significant other, assets, or something else that’s coveted. Often, the specific targeting day after day, plus the lack of help from authorities, combine to make victims believe that if they simply give up what is wanted and leave the area, the stalking will stop. When they do this, however, victims discover to their horror that their stalking not only continues, but actually worsens. This is because whoever is behind the stalking now both knows what “gets to” that particular victim and is anxious to silence and/or discredit the victim about what they know. (The “discredit” part is done by deliberately making others believe the victim is mentally ill. Please remember that it’s the stalkers who actually have the mental problems, not their victims!)

Here in Central Texas, by comparing notes with fellow organized stalking victim Dr. John Hall, I’ve been able to identify some of the individuals who’ve committed acts of stalking and harassment against us as members of what appears to be a major stalking gang out of the extended San Antonio area that’s run by one of the licensed p.i.s who defrauded me. This man is discussed as “P.I. #2” in my 3/25/11 post, “Who Lied?”. Although one San Antonio FBI agent personally told me P.I. #2 had once worked as an FBI agent and a second San Antonio FBI agent told Dr. Hall the same thing, so far no one that I’m aware of has been able to obtain confirmation of this in writing directly from Quantico. Regardless of whether P.I. #2 ever actually worked as a federal agent or not, he certainly has known close ties to the San Antonio FBI office, where I have every reason to suspect he might have been given improper access to classified information. According to Dr. Hall, P.I. #2 employs mainly extended family members of his and his wife’s to do the stalking, and I know that on one of my visits to the San Antonio FBI office to request help, these relatives of his were allowed to party loudly both in the lobby of the building and out in front of the building the entire time I was there. (When I was persuaded to hire him as a p.i. without realizing who he really was, he twice wore shirts belonging to one of my children to meetings with me and lied about where he got them!)

I’m told it’s very expensive to hire these gangs to stalk someone, so if you are a victim of organized stalking, it’s important to try to identify both the particular gang that’s stalking you and the person, entity, or organization that hired them. In our particular case, based on the many serious incidents we’ve documented in our logbooks over many years, we believe the expensive formal stalking gang out of San Antonio appears to have been hired in more of an “advisory capacity” and for specific incidents only. The more routine, day-to-day stalking of us seems to be done by locals whose services are likely either free or far cheaper. I do believe, based on comparisons with Dr. Hall and other victims (some of whom have also filed serious criminal complaints against this same gang that have also been ignored) that the San Antonio gang, with its known connections to federal law enforcement, is likely to have been involved with the installation of illegal surveillance equipment in our house and on our property. Interestingly, some of the known or suspected victims of this San Antonio gang are located in other states, meaning this particular gang has a reach that is well beyond Texas.

Now there are apparently new problems with the use of federal grant money in Texas; see the San Antonio Express-News article below). The statement about the DPS’s refusal to respond to requests for information about this is especially interesting. And this article further begs the question of whether any of the equipment sealed within the walls, cabinets, tile, porches, and elsewhere or installed or mounted in our vehicles and on our property was purchased with federal funds.

Hiding In Plain Sight

Did you think, from the previous title, that I was ending my series of posts documenting the presence of various types of illegal surveillance equipment installed on our property? I'm not even close to being done!

I'm learning, among other things, that modern fiber optics are so thin/fine that they can be installed right out in the open, where you walk by them every day without noticing them.

Take, for example, these "cracks" in the posts holding up the roof of the short covered walkway that leads from our kitchen to our separate garage. Close examination of them reveals they are actually small channels carved into the wood of the posts filled with putty that is much softer than the surrounding wood but matches it perfectly in color. Judging by the radio frequency (RF) signals the "cracks" give off, they appear to contain very thin fiber optics held in place by the putty in a manner similar to other examples previously shown here. The illegal surveillance cameras from which these fiber optic lines run are probably sealed within the roof of the walkway, since they are larger and therefore harder to hide. Notice that there is wiring for the electric outdoor lights close by for the illegal cameras to be wired to.

Now notice that these fiber optics surround the outside of this door. Am I shocked to find this?--yes, given how obvious it all is once you know what to look for, especially in light of the number of times we've walked past it. Am I surprised to find it?--sadly, no. Given that this particular entrance is both the main door we use in entering and exiting our house, plus the fact that someone often broadcasts loud and bizarre/obnoxious noises when we open this door (especially late at night when we let our pets in and out), I was positive some sort of illegal surveillance equipment was installed in the vicinity.

Of course, these devices are completely illegal. Shocking as they are, they are only another very small example of the tremendous number and scope of illegal devices that have been installed in our house and on our property over the years--devices I will continue documenting here. Frankly, I'm beginning to wonder what the final number of illegal devices per square foot in and and on our house will turn out to be and whether it will set some kind of record. (I suspect it will!)

And if you think all the locals who are given access to all this illegal surveillance of us are starting to be ashamed of or worried about what they're doing because I'm now documenting it, think again. They're still openly stalking us, harassing us, and bragging and laughing about what's been and continues to be done to us as often as possible and in the usual large numbers. Clearly, there's no shame or fear of punishment for committing blatantly illegal acts around here!