One of the hardest things about being homeless is finding a place to park for the night. You have to find a place that is well lit so you aren’t robbed or killed, has bathrooms, and where the cops won’t give you a hard time, or whether the armed security guards will chase you out. It is humiliating to be chased away from a spot. We stayed at truckstops because they are designed for people to sleep in their vehicles overnight. You had to often buy something like gas or food with the security guard watching to ensure you wouldn’t be harassed or thrown out.
We went days without showering. Sometimes, a week. We used showers at truckstops where we could. Living out of your car is tough. It is easy to lose things, or accidentally throw away important things. I changed my clothes after a shower and put my dirty clothes in a trash bag, sealing it to keep the smell inside because it had been over a week since my last shower. But this got mixed up with my daily trash cleanout, and I threw away my wallet with my bank card and driver’s license. This gave me a huge number of problems because when you are homeless you don’t have a mailing address to receive mail. That means you are closed out of many things.
One of the techniques used by the Stasi and Infragard is to terrorize you into homelessness. This makes you an easier target, makes you vulnerable, and disrupts your life so much you cannot focus on “disrupting the narrative” for the US’s imperialist plans. It meant keeping me from discussing Ukraine on social media. I had been writing consistently and leading several spaces dedicated to the Ukraine vs Russia War, and I had pissed off the FBI contact at Quora and the CIA contact at Quora because I looked up their public information using a public search company after they sent me death threats. I wanted the information in case something happened. So I was targeted for political reasons first, and this became personal for them. I also read their work on Quora so many times that I began to make connections between their fake identities and I figured out who they were. I read the edit logs of their various sockpuppets, spending hundreds of hours. I began to know them as well as they knew themselves. So I became a “threat” to the psyops of Quora, which are run in the same manner as Twitter was before Elon Musk changed it. The #TwitterFiles describes the use of backdoor code (also described by Snowden), primary coordination by the FBI, in conjunction with the CIA, and other agencies to censor, target, and crush political dissidents for “engaging in misinformation” and “being foreign operatives.” In fact, they simply “challenged the narrative,” which the US is obsessed with maintaining to ensure its imperialist plans are not disrupted. It is about social control and power. The State Department even explicitly stated that challenging the Bucha narrative was “misinformation,” even though the facts clearly show that Ukrainian forces swept through the town the day and night of the killings, targeting and murdering Ukrainians who were believed to have “helped the Russians” in any way, including such things like selling chicken eggs to Russian soldiers. MI6 hatched the plan to blame it on the Russians as a pretext to escalate the war. Jens Stoltenberg knew better. Everyone did. That is why the British also vetoed an independent UN investigation of what happened—they didn’t want us to know.
Eventually, we found an apartment at Rose Hill in Chimaltenango, Guatemala. We were only there one week before they began new Havana Syndrome type attacks, hired goons to shoot outside our home, and Charlie the Assassin arrived to terrorize and murder us. Once again we were made homeless. It was absolutely heartbreaking to lose our apartment. My wife and I dreamed of starting anew there. Our kids were beginning to settle in and were happy. My wife made dinner on the small hotplate she bought. We bought inflatable beds for everyone. I had been silent on social media for two months. But it only took four days after my wife said our new address on our new cell phone before “Charlie” arrived. He is a Robert Redford haired, fifty something year old American who “befriended,” via bribery, our landlord. He spoke Spanish fluently, in a very loud voice. He would walk outside our apartment carrying an AR-15. He threw basketballs against our door at 3 am, and our landlord let him into the building. I heard him speaking with her as the windows were always open (our apartment, like many buildings, had no central heating or cooling).
“He’s an assassin,” my wife told the landlord.
She looked at my wife and said nothing. When she saw me, she looked as if she had seen a ghost. She looked guilty, because she was. Her daughter, who worked at a private hospital and had cared for our daughter when she was sick a few weeks prior, argued with her mother.
Later, Charlie and one of his goons (he had around five) hid as they told our landlord to knock on our door. We were going to be ambushed.
“Don’t answer the door,” I said.
The landlady called to us in broken English. We kept quiet.
I heard him open up the door at the level above our apartment. I heard the bathroom door open from the goon who had been hiding to ambush us. They spoke to our landlord, then left.
Close call.
Our landlord seemed to have much more money after her initial meeting with Charlie. Like any other psychopathic killer, Charlie liked stalking his prey. He even went to McDonald’s with his petite lady friend, following us. My wife recognized him by his loud voice and glib American accent as he spoke Spanish. And his perfect Robert Redford style hair was unmistakable. There he was, stalking us.
Another day, he arrived with a team of snipers as night fell. They were dressed in dark clothing. One of them descended down the hill below the balcony of our apartment. We lived on the highest level apartment. They were waiting for me to sit out in the open. I waited them out. The goal was to have us be killed with no witnesses. This meant drawing me out into the darkness.
They would also fly a helicopter seven times over our apartment in one day, subject us to Havana Syndrome-type microwave attacks, and paid the guards at our apartment to attack us, heading toward the apartment wearing flak jackets and holding shotguns. They had never worn flak jackets or walked outside anyone’s apartments prior to this. We fled our apartment and were made homeless again.
Now there is a new smear campaign designed to poison the well against me on Quora. The Langley Boys want to cover up their crimes. However, my wife witnessed all these things as well. The claim that I am “mentally ill” is inconsistent with the facts. I have no history of schizophrenia in my family. I have had no history of hallucinations or delusions. I don’t hear voices. And my children also witnessed the shooting outside of our home, and noticed the fake, planted evidence stashed in our home after it was broken into back in Ohio, etc.
The attacks never stop. My wife still suffers from financial attacks and cannot withdraw money from any ATM, despite having money in her account. We called the bank and there are no problems. She was in line for the ATM two days ago and her friend couldn’t get money out, either. They thought she might help my wife. But the other people in line had no problem getting cash out. This happened at ATM locations they tried all over the city. Yesterday, I tried to access Cashapp. It said “you have tried your password too many times.” This is a browser attack described in Vault 7 they use to sabotage your ability to login to websites and ATM’s. The hack enters garbage letters multiple times, sabotaging the security login. This morning, my smartphone said “Data breach detected” on it. Here we go again.
They won’t stop. I tried to start a new life in Guatemala and they destroyed it. I loved Chimaltenango, but they stole my second home from me. They took my childhood home, my life, my country, my language, and most of my belongings from me. They stole my sense of security. My wife studied and worked hard to become a nurse, and they got her fired from her job at the Cleveland Clinic. They stole her dreams of helping people with diabetes. She had a real talent for nursing, too. Her career was destroyed before it began. We had to flee the country because they tried to weaponize CPS against us to take our children. They placed classified documents on my computer and “snapshotted” it, trying to frame me for violations of the Espionage Act. I am just a private citizen who wrote his opinions on social media and they ruined my life. They cancelled me.
We had to flee the United States because of the Infragard terrorist goons who swarmed our home, the death threats, the smear campaign on Quora, spoofing my phone and computer, hacking my computer and phones, the break ins and multiple attempted break ins, the drone flying above our home, the helicopter hovering above, and the nightly shooting of hundreds of rounds of ammunition to terrorize us. And this was only some of what they did to us.
We are scheduled for destruction. For nullification. We are their “Nullth Project.”
One of many death threats. At the bottom, ruts in the yard from Infragard goons driving around our home day and night.
Adrian Zenz, CIA agent, mocked me as he blocked the screenshot function on my computer and placed documents on it. I used my DSLR to take this photo.
The website below describes similar incidents to ours. This is happening at a larger level than you are led to believe. And intentional disinformation is used to hide their tactics as they write false testimonies which are intentionally designed to sound paranoid and schizophrenic. The website below parses out the wheat from the chaff.
I am a victim of severe gang stalking. I have endured countless attacks by large groups of people collectively attempting to send me to my grave. I realize now that so many of my interactions and behaviors have been imbedded in me by the "training" I received from many of the participants. At one time the homeless shelter I was living in was infiltrated by a large number of people who stole my medications, robbed my two storage spaces and "bullied" me into sleeping under a pine tree in the woods because I was so affraid. Although I live in the U. S. , I have also been led to homelessness and only recently finally been able to maintain a semi stable environment. It has taken years for me to see and understand even a portion of what has been done to me. Unfortunately I have dealt with mental illness of PTSD, bi polar and social anxiety disorders for much of my life, although I can absolutely see how gang stalking has led to much of the diagnosis. I am also in recovery from drug addiction which I have also struggled with throughout. I have been an outspoken advocate of for victims of sexual assault, which I have also been the victim of, sadly, several different times in my life. I am currently in the battle for and of my life, against a wrongful arrest and conviction of a felony. I was the victim of a haneous, violent and sadistic sexual assault by someone who police have yet to acknowledge, in several counties for over two years. I have just served almost nine months in jail, and was released and sent back into the world with no medication for the second time where I had to be hospitalized due to withdrawal from mental health medications. The side affects are frightening and can make anyone appear to be extremely paranoid and even schizophrenic, although I have never seen or heard hallucinations. Both times the staff at the hospitals refused to call anyone in my family to sit as witness to what was happening.
Last week I was contacted by the county to tell me that I was released ACCIDENTALLY and I am now due to turn myself back in in one week.
I was misrepresented by yet another legal advisor, this time given to me because the public defender's office found a conflict of interest in my case, and after 6 months in jail, could no longer represent me. He also filed NONE of my paperwork and dropped me the day of court with no word. Meanwhile, I sat in a county jail for months locked in a cell for 23 hours a day. My new lawyer had been a part of that same office for almost 20 years and was now in practice for herself, and I felt bulldozed when I didn't understand some parts in my case. I have some trouble communicating during this time due to the PTSD from the most recent rape and sadistic abuse. I have been trafficked in a part of the country that is overrun with illegal activity. I had also spoken to her about pressing charges and she also, brushed me off. I wrote a letter to the judge following my sentencing, while still incarcerated concerning an appeal and my possible need for new representation and was not informed until the day I was called back to court after I was told that my case was closed and was released from jail.
I was asked by the judge to speak with my lawyer in the hallway after court to discuss that I was possibly interested in receiving a state sentence, after the judge explained to me that "he did me a big favor and kept my sentence in county rather than put me with the bad criminals and murderers upstate." I immediately told my lawyer that I was interested, again, in handling my case with the state. Luckily this time my mother and my roommate (and only friend) were present. She told me she would remove herself and I needed to find a new lawyer.
I am now looking for a civil rights attorney. I am counting down my last week of freedom.
Gangstalking is real in jail too. Sometimes even more than outside. I am afraid of what will happen to me. At one point I was in long term recovery for almost 10 years. I was the residential supervisor of a woman's program for Drug and alcohol treatment. I wanted to use my pain as a way to help others.
I am a mother. I have a college education. I am a person with disabilities. I am a good person. I am a woman who has been fighting, alone, every day against unseen groups of people who have some reason to wish me great harm. Most of the people involved are given false information about me to get their cooperation. The lengths they go are sick and twisted. I don't know where to go next. The abuse is real. I am real. I wish I knew what to do.
Alexander, come to Russia with your whole family. You will be completely safe here. Ask Edward Snowden. And in Guatemala they will get you. In any country they will get you, except Russia. Assange made the wrong choice at the time...