Gangstalking Chronicle: fusion center

Ok... so I bolted from Chicago. I think the first stop I made to sleep was in some small Nebraska town. The temperature was about 8 degrees there. Nothing else interesting to report.

I noticed something about New York while I lived there. Movies and popular media in general don't do it justice. Of course, they are accurate in regard to the general character of the city, but they're no where near to capturing the scope. When I stopped in Wyoming, I realized this is probably true of any place or region that is specifically unique in its general character. Sure enough, the barrenness of the landscape in Wyoming is just what the movies depict, but amplified about 5 times. For a second there I thought maybe I took the wrong exit and landed on Mars. I had to drive about a quarter of a mile on a bumpy, semi-paved road to get to the little general store and gas station, which you could see from the exit. Like every other time I

got out of the car while in Wyoming, the driving wind blew the door back at me before I could touch Earth. As I crossed the parking lot, whisps of dust and snow skipping across the ground, I paused and turned about 180 degrees to get a panoramic view of the desolate scene. It was a scene the movies could never get right--not without the relentless wind. It was like being in Mad Max, or Damnation Alley (Seen here.), or maybe a Tom Petty video. (I warned you in an early post I wasn't going to worry much about good writing in regard to the prose. Plus, at the moment, I'm quite sleep-deprived.) The flat-roofed building with it's sagging overhangs looked as if a pig had made it out of sticks, but somehow the shanty stood firm among the never-ending gusts. There wasn't another sign of civilization within eyeshot in any direction. I'm not sure that the place even had a name.

Inside, a woman sat high behind the counter with feet propped up on something and reading a book the title of which I didn't catch, but now wish I had. (The quality of a story is in the details.) She hardly moved. There were some horse collars hanging on the wall and I believe a saddle or two may have been mounted nearby. The store was well light by the muted-white early winter sun. The only food they had other than snacks were those plastic wrapped burgers and sandwiches in an upright glass-door cooler case near the entrance. I found a double cheese burger or something and warmed it up in the nearby brown, late-70s vintage microwave. I asked her if there was anywhere to sit and she pointed out a table at the other end of the room. The table and chair, with it's decidedly western look, stood out among the depressingly generic scene. It was one of those chairs made of thick would with a semi-circle that made up

the horizontal frame of the backrest with carved horizontal posts going through it. (Seen here) There were some brass rivets holding vinyl covered padding in place. There was a checkered table cloth. I couldn't help but being reminded of saloon scenes from any western you can think of.

As I was finishing my burger, a guy walked in with a very clean look, dark hair in a crew-cut, and a blue waist length, kind of sporty jacket. He got a snack and as the lady rang him up he made an exaggeratedly loud comment about what he got--chocolate and peanutbutter or something--and it being "my favorite." in kind of a baby-like voice. That's a main tactic of my perps--talking in an exaggeratedly loud voice, plus, he thought he was identifying something that is my favorite and therefore reminding me of my complete lack of privacy. He was actually wrong about that--I'm ok with peanutbutter and chocolate, but it's not that high on my list. I wonder how they got their wires crossed on that one.

It is common knowledge among those of us familiar with gang-stalking that it is done under the guise of community-policing, which is done in conjunction with Fusion Centers, which collect information and conduct surveillance in cooperation with the private sector. Throughout my experience, I have identified various private companies that are taking part. Nearly all of them use plain white vans emblazoned with their logo. Cintas is a major player. Otis United Technologies is another. Before I left the midwest, when I was still working at the plant, I recall some Otis guys coming and going. The next time I saw an Otis pick-up truck was when I saw two of them parked directly outside the shop as I exited a hair salon in downtown San Fransisco after getting a haircut. They were not there when I walked in and I wasn't in there long at all--less than 30 minutes total. (I didn't wait at all.) When I walked out of the last-chance, middle-of-nowhere choke-and-puke in Wyoming while Mr. My-Favorite was checking out, I wasn't surprised at all to see a plain white van with one word in red letters on the passenger door: Xerox. Not that it really matters, but it wasn't the new logo you see at the link--it was the old Xerox logo. He was a perp...out in the capital of easily accessible nowhere...at just the right time. Wow. Often I wonder what they hope to accomplish by such actions. The only way it affected me at all was its being a reminder that he was part of it. Big deal.

I post this pic because it's clever and funny and somehow came up when I googled "wooden saloon chair". It has nothing to do with my story. Something might be wrong with Google.

Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Gangstalking (also referred to as Organized Stalking, Community Stalking, Multi-stalking, Cause Stalking, or Group Stalking) is an organized, mostly invisible hybrid system of psychological manipulation and torture. Some sources say it has its origins in the Nazi Gestapo and Russian Stasi. I've seen other sources that say it goes back to mid-nineteenth century American KKK. The subject, or Targeted Individual(T.I.), is stalked and harassed by a large group of people. They use very subtle methods which are accurately described in the "Gangstalking" and "Psychological Harassment Information Association" links on the right side of this page. In public, other than the 2 or 3 people who are assigned to a kind of open control position in which they make a bogus friendly relationship with the T.I., the T.I. rarely, if ever, sees the same person twice. For this reason, it is difficult to prosecute. If you know the source, as I do, it would most likely be less difficult.

They start by making bogus accusations of some kind of wrong-doing on the part of the T.I., and dropping hints that they know private things about the T.I.'s life, thus making the impression upon the T.I. that he or she is being investigated. These two things combine to instill fear in the T.I. Simultaneously, the stalkers will act as if they are the T.I.s friend and are trying to help. This creates confusion in the T.I. They track T.I.s mobile phones and plant GPS devices on their vehicles. Soon, it becomes clear that the T.I. is under constant illegal surveillance. This is also part of the psychological torture.

Through the dropping of hints, they pique the T.I.s curiosity. Once trust is established, they insert subtle psychologically abusive comments into otherwise friendly conversations. The other critical tactic is to follow the T.I. around to public places and slander him and persuade employees of places such as coffee shops or other retails outlets to be rude to the T.I. Often, the person recruited doesn't even know what's going on. The stalkers, also referred to as perps, are expert liars and con-men-- wash-out used car-salesmen with a chip on their shoulder. It is their job to make people believe things that aren't true. Once they've got the T.I. isolated, they make it so the only direct human input the T.I. experiences is from them.

While it generally starts because someone has a grudge against the T.I., it is usually conducted under the guise of community-policing and with the awareness of local authorities, who look the other way. The source frames the T.I. for some very serious offense and the bogus information spreads nationally through an information data base. I personally believe it is connected to Fusion Centers which are information-gathering centers created after 9/11 as a central information hub for all levels of law enforcement. These centers glean information with cooperation from private companies. Read about Fusion centers in a link on the right side of this blog. I suspect that when a T.I. uses a credit card or otherwise identifies himself at a retail outlet or a hotel, information appears on the clerk's screen instructing them exactly what to say that refers to the T.I.s private life, thus reminding them that they are constantly being watched. These retail clerks also interrogate the T.I. with intrusive questions that are not a normal part of such a casual relationship. Common questions they use are, "Where are you going?", "Where are you from?", or "What are you reading?" The repetition of the same questions adds to the effect. It gets to the point where they are doing nothing more than that--regularly reminding the T.I. that they are under constant illegal surveillance. This perpetuates the psychological abuse. Soon, the T.I. feels that he can trust no one. Of course, simply being aware of the nature of gangstalking greatly diminishes its effectiveness. It's when you have no idea what's going on that they can come close to the ultimate goal of driving the T.I. insane or to suicide.

Some believe that the source of targeting decisions lies with major corporations, which I believe is probably true in many cases. In my best assessment, I'm getting it for political reasons, though.

It has been suggested on some gangstalking sites that the stalkers plant video and audio surveillance devices in the T.I.'s home and make a "Truman Show" out of their life, which the stalkers have access to and watch for entertainment. Indeed, throughout my experience, it became clear that I had zero privacy and sometimes it seemed like they were indeed reading my mind. They cause problems with your cable television feed; listen to all your cell phone calls and track your movements through your cell phone; read all your e-mails and U.S. mail; monitor internet activity; manipulate advertising you see on the internet. It is a blatant violations of civil rights and a form of tyranny.

TYRANNY.

TYRANNY.

TYRANNY.

Innocent people are being targeted because of core fundamental politics after being labeled as subversive or dissident simply because of non-conventional lifestyles or liberal politics. Some say the whole things is a mind-control experiment conducted by the U.S. government. In some cases, it may happen for reasons that are not government-related. Another major tactic is to maintain confusion regarding both the exact reason for, and source of, the targeting.

Another major tactic of gangstalking which I should mention here is what is known among T.I.s as "street theater". This is the main tactic that has been used against me and to the best of my knowledge, the instances I've been subjected to have always been conducted by pairs of people, not larger groups as I have read occurs. Basically, they sit near you and have conversations intentionally meant for you to overhear into which they drop hints referring to your life. These conversations are probably also strewn with NLP (neuro-linguistic programming), something I've suspected is a major part of gangstalking and psychological harassment, particularly in directed conversations conducted directly with the T.I. I'm experiencing likely street theater as I type. I'm from near a major midwest, rustbelt town. What are the odds of a couple guys sitting down next to me in a San Francisco coffee shop and one of them being from that same town and them talking about mental health, as is happening right now? A major goal of gangstalking is to make the T.I. think they are crazy. One of them just made a comment about it "being so much better at the other end of the tunnel" as they parted.

Electronic harassment with directed energy weapons which causes a range of physical injury is also part of gangstalking. One website suggests that implants inside the body with a radio receiver is the method of physcial shock delivery. Others believe it is done with weapons that actually shoot an energy-ray at the T.I. from a moderate distance. (See the A.D.S. link to the right.) Others suggest it comes from satellites. If it's coming from satellites, I would be inclined to believe it must be with the implanted receiver method, but how do they plant it? (It's like an entire season of the X-Files. The thing that assures me of my sanity is that I see, I understand how all of this sounds crazy.) I am not sure whether I have been subject to electronic harassment or not, so I can not attest to the physical or psychological effect. I know that gangstalking and the defamation, isolation, and inducement of fear and confusion that are critical to its effectiveness are real.

Through my experience, I have noticed one truth that clearly seems to have eluded them. It is unwise to drive a person of strong character with a professional background such as mine to the point of desperation. Obviously at this point, threats will cease to have an effect, as they have with me. I moved across the country in the hopes that it would stop and that I could just move on. It clearly has not stopped, therefore I have no choice but to use whatever means possible to deal with it. If defamation is preventing me from obtaining employment and creating positive relationships, which it clearly is doing here, I have no choice but to pursue it, regardless of any threats, not for purposes of retaliation, but to clear my name and secure my livelyhood.

I have supplied only a brief overview of gangstalking in this post. I strongly encourage you to dig around in the links to the right, starting from the top and going in order. These links provide excellent descriptions of the various aspects of gang-stalking and the players presumed to be involved. I will be outlining the specific events of my story and individually covering gangstalking aspects I touched on here along with gangstalking news and events in upcoming posts.

Also, please check the links often, as I will be adding to them regularly, at least in the immediate future.

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

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