Being on a pension its heartbreaking to have to do it.  As takes a long time to replace.   Must take pretty BRAVE people to do the shit they do, hey.

I managed to bring some of my art gear with me, but had to leave some also.

I lived in my car the first week, but the harassment didn’t completely stop, although after the first day was better. The last few weeks have been at a van park. About a week ago they said “Its all back on again, you were run out of town”. When the f/wit gives a bloody reason guess we’ll all know. But yes, its all back on again. Really is.  She also said “I’m taking your dog away from you”.  Why, you think you both look that much alike you’d be twins? Sorry he’s too bloody good looking for you. Don’t want him scared like that.

Well I got wireless internet, handy if you have to travel around.  With it comes an email address and a free blog with Telstra, but gee it would be good if either bloody one worked. The email inbox takes well over a minute to open, then at least another if you click on one to open, frustrating. The blog you can set up, but you just can’t bloody blog on it, what else is new, had phones with them for over a decade you couldn’t bloody use either.  Still pay for them though. So for the last 2 days have been trying to have a blog, hahaha, I am actually laughing, as really should have known hey? Sent them an email which took quite a few tries, kept getting internal error, another laugh, finally got one through and they’ll contact me in 2 days.  Got to say its good having a laugh while being tortured etc. Now getting flashes through the van, and the other night she said “I’m playing lasers with you”,  just as a flash of light went right through the van.  Now “the slut” (sorry people) wants to take my dog.  She also said to me  “You can die one of three ways, lasered, chemically, or electronically”  I swear this is true. I call her that because really there is no other description fitting for a lowlife piece of shit like this one. And that to me is one of the lowest names on earth.  I think she thinks she’s a pussycat, more like a rat. Hate rats, they’re repulsive creatures.

Today she said “I’m going for your eyes now”. This is because I’ve started doing my art again. Obviously no talent.

I am being knocked flying by something, and being told if I go into my home again they will “nuke” me each time.  Which they have been doing.  Now not only in my home but in my car as well. The feedback is unreal, “Your cars mine, your homes mine”,  etc etc.  Being told “I taught you a lesson”,   Oh for what?    The kitchen at times is unbelievable, I walk into it ok, and within seconds I am knocked flying and end up down on the floor, I was told “If you want a coffee, crawl across the floor and get one.”

So I’m being taught a lesson, and also how to crawl across the floor like a what, a dog? and get my coffee.   I am well and truly being forced out of my home, I sleep outside most times.  It is too uncomfortable to be inside, and I’m not claustrophobic in my own home.   I started doing my art again, but that soon came to an end,  with comments from them like “You can’t paint if your blind”,   “You can’t paint if your dead”, and also “Paint and your   Z*****na  and you have a stroke”.  Which was what was nearly happening each time.  Their last lot of filth was “Now your not even looking at any art”.

I just went for a drive in my car,  I am feeling like I have been cooked, really. My head is so hot and uncomfortable.

I have put these 3 photos on.  And will explain each one.

The first is of a list of phone numbers that used to get programmed up on my phone,  This happened different days, and the phone harassment that went with it was unbelievable.  Some are different days, but they are all the same phone numbers with just the last two digits changed, running in sequence.  If you rang any of those numbers back you got a recorded mesage saying the number you have rung is not connected. The list shows numbers from different areas of West Australia.  One day in my unit I said softly “You’ve driven me half way round the bend why don’t you finish it” Within half a minute my phone started ringing, and rang non-stop for the next 24 hours, just ring ring stop, over and over. It rang over 200 times, but no number showed up on the caller id.

I used to wonder why a couple of people I knew in W.A. would say to me when leaving I’ll leave you with your telecom man. And someone else “I’m suprised anyone can get through on your phones”.  Quite often they would laugh at the radio.  Funny radio that one, it used to change the stations by itself and then if you said what station do you want it would change back again. 

 Next to it is a couple of parking tickets, this was part of my collection when I moved to South Aust. to try and get away from the harassment.  I was stalked out of my home in W.A.  Thought it may be different in S.A.   I was living in the street then, I had tried getting some where to live but a couple of times when I did, and rang them back to verify it, their whole attitude had changed and the place all of a sudden was not available. Even though being told it was mine. I had heaps of these from every where I parked.  Tow away notices were continually being stuck on my vehicle, where no other vehicle near mine had them.  I was parked legally every time.  One place was free 24 hours parking, once again I got tow away notices from there also.  I ended up with about a dozen of these, it didn’t matter where I went. It didn’t take long. Even when I finally got a home, I had my bus parked out the front of it, in a street that was fully parking for the tennants who lived in it, I got a tow away notice stuck on it.  It was my parking out the front.  Not one council sign was in that street at all about parking.  

The piece of paper with the phone numbers on it, I travelled from W.A. to S.A.  and quite often coming over kept getting “I want that piece of paper, I want that piece of paper”  My phone once again over the last week or so is programmed to only ring 3 times again. Then it cuts out. I put up with years and years of this in W.A. and now we are on this game again.

The third photo is of the power/telecom  poles across the road, for some wierd reason when I walk out the front and look at them when I come back inside I get walloped by something that knocks me flying. Very strange because also when I drive past these I get 2 clicks in my car.  Very quick  click click, there are another 2 just further down the road the opposite direction, that I also get 2 clicks from in my car also.  Why in the bloody hell should I be getting clicks in my bloody car when going past these two separate power poles?  Stinks of stalking to me. Is this where the main harassment is coming from, is this where they are running it from.  It seems something is aimed at my house non stop.  I went out the front a few days ago again and when came in got “Show your face outside again and your dead”.    How bloody dare they.  Another time “Where did she get her energy from” just after walking inside got walloped again.   Their is a constant hissing in my home all the time, she said she is going to turn it on every time I start to do something, she also said she has a remote?   I know for a fact there is something in my ceiling, but each time I have tried to get up there get knocked flying also. I also know that if I turn my computer off and start shifting it to another room, straight away the hissing stops in the room I was in, and starts in the other one a minute or two later.  Hissing non stop, they said to me they will drive me crazy with it, and I will go crazy before I die.

Lately we are also back to the computer interference as well, it keeps getting turned off usually when I am half way through something.

I was trying to work out exactly when my trouble with the phone started, I thought it was 1986, but it could have been 1984, I rang a lawyer one day in an emergency, actually he was a Queens Council.  When the phone got answered the person said they were the cleaner, and could they take a message the person I wanted was out, his name was Bernie.  This was total bullshit, as I know of this Q.C. from a couple of other people and the cleaner definately did not answer the phone, he had secretaries who did that.  So Bernie the CLEANER answers the Q.C.’s phone number hey. Crap.  Wonder what else Bernie thinks he does.

When I came over here I had said to me “He had you for long enough now your mine you Little runt”, this was a female.  I’m no ones, I belong to my bloody self.  I haven’t ever been put up for auction or sold my bloody self  as a slave or anything else. Your delusional.

One time when I rang Telecom in W.A. the woman who answered the phone said you’ve had your phone off the hook, and it interferes with 20 other phones in the area. What a lot of bull, the phone had never been off the hook, and why in the hell should it interfere with 20 other phones.    Another time as I walked past it I sang to it Talk to me you never talk to me, as It hadn’t rung for over a day, which was very unusual. Straight away it rang and a female, probably the same one, said I want t0 talk to “—-”  I said she’s not here, and she answered “Oh I know she’s there.”

Rather amazing that chemical pneumonia is caused by insecticides, which was exactly what I had been blogging about tasting in here. I feel fairly certain my dog had it also, as listened to his breathing and his lungs were making a lot of noise also.

They said they now have a new way of getting me out of here. For over a day and half there was a non stop hissing noise going on, you had to keep leaving the room, otherwise it felt like you were going to have a stroke, numbness of the arm and leg and co-ordination problems. I just took the computer out of the other room I had it in, and STRAIGHT away the “hissing” stopped in there,  but didn’t take too long for it to start in the other room.

Going back months ago they said “Ping the Bitch Out of There”. I haven’t gone, it is my home. After that they said “We can make it all chemical if you like try fighting that”.  Very hard to…  When you can’t breathe.  

I sat out the back with my dog for awhile, and saw twice a light flash across the tree in the back yard, a very thin laser light.  This is nothing unusual though and I have taken many photos and videos of them.  I remember reading a blog by E-abuse, the last blog she put on was, she couldn’t breathe, I know how she felt, I haven’t seen any more blogs from her since, this is quite a long time ago, I only hope she is ok, but I wonder.  I will have to go out again and sit outside with my dog again, it is unreal in here.  Pretty disgusting for him also.

The other night I looked through some rental properties later that night when nearly asleep I got “You’re not moving,  you’re not staying here, you’re just going to lay down and die”.  Just who the hell do they think they are. There was a clunk in the wall not long ago, and something has been turned off. It is a bit easier to stay inside now.  I have recorded these noises, clicks and clunks they are on video.

Its just after 3am, at about 2.51 am, I heard a noise in the ceiling, about half a minute after that started to have trouble breathing and my hands and feet started to swell, then heard the usual footsteps from no 16, next door,  going down the passage the taste is like insecticides.  Their will be bugs running around soon, there always is not long after this.

Going back a few days ago I was out weeding my lawn, when the neighbour from next door came home with a friend of hers, as they walked from the car to their door the friend says to her as she looks my way “Have you got someone up your bum”.   I feel very sorry for her if thats the case and really feel she should seek some kind of medical treatment, as is a nasty way to spread aids,  but besides that,  I don’t ask anyone if I can sit in my own front yard.  I put that on for a reason, not long after the above was done at 2.50  got “I’m going to come and f**k  you up the b*m.”  and “Got you good that time you slut”.  How totally cheap and vulgar this kind of trash is.  As for being a slut? I don’t  have different men sleeping at my place week on week off.  Take a plane ride somewhere else, preferably somewhere radical.  Yes they will definately know what I mean by that.  While your at it honey give him a hug and put him on a diet, he could really use it.

Targets can’t make money?  Who the fuck do these inbred idiots think they are, go eat with your toes.

Since 1986, this pathetic “dirtbag” to send it back to the right place, has been on my phone services and now internet connection.  Must be so good to be able to do this and neither telecom or the police will do anything about you. Wow, what do you do to be able to get away with  this?  Must be cheap,  whatever. So glad the rest of the public doesn’t have to sink to your level also.

Whats the dirty little secret? What do we have to do to be able to get away with it and NO repraisal, besides being a filthy little gangstalker?  No,  even if I can’t get anything done within the law, don’t want your way.

You torture animals, kill people, and bloody get away with it,  What happened to this country.

“I’ll move out when your dead”.  “I want to watch it go all through your body”.  Disgusting pieces of SCUM.

 ”Jude you cant beat us we’re too many, weve got them every where “  ”I said I’d wizz you out of here you fucking slut, I wonder what I gave you.”   ( she says dont take the cops on again they dont like it, are you dead yet you pig.) What is wizz? I mean I know what a SLUT  is, exactly who it came from.  But Wizz?  What’s bloody wizz, the only time I have heard that name before was when someone who used to be on drugs said it. Is it a particular drug?   Just now “THAT’S JUST A WARNING BITCH.”  BITCH?  BITCH, really, of course I’m a bloody bitch, I clean my house, look after my dog, work at my art,  mind my own business,  expose filth, so yeah, I’m a bloody 60 year old bitch. Not interested in your bloody drugs, booze, or filth, keeping you, your pathetic “marry me, marry me” repeated over and over, or anything else to do with you.  Makes me a bitch? Proud to be one. Oh, and apparently they all have “bluetooth”. How modern.

Over the last couple of weeks in particular, there has been a very strong chemical taste in here nearly all the time, every time this happens, bugs come running up from under the floor boards, there is a gap between the floor and skirting boards which leads to next door.  They even run up the computer, they also bite. Spiders, etc, It tastes like insecticide, makes your heart fibrilate, dizzy, headaches and incredible weakness. My dog has been sick from this also, the other night he was choking again from it. I know over the last few days has been incredibly intense. Yesterday every single time I got up to walk  my heart started to play up from this. I wanted to go to the mail box one time but just looked at it and knew I wouldn’t make it then, so had to leave it til later.  Early this morning I heard from somewhere “finish her off”.  I also have on video tape “Kill her”.   I live by myself so it wasn’t anyone with me saying it, but they couldn’t have been very far away for the camera to pick it up.

According to them “We have the technology to put you to sleep so you never wake again”.  Jeez your threats really do it for you don’t they, – breathing heavy? ?

“Do you want to breathe you slut, go get an oxygen tank and pay for it”. This from them just now. also just after I get a high pitched tone through both my ears.

Editing, just after publishing this the piece of crap says “I’m just going to have to come back and kill you now”.

“Gangstalking alert, this bitch wants to die, put the cun*s lights out”. Aren’t they sick little nothings.

Whats the fucking difference you imbecile? I know with what you’ve been doing you’ve got whatever you bloody want to do anything, but I don’t grovel up your arse. Your a bloody cheap coward.

To do any of my art I have a corner in the room on the floor which I have been pushed into, I was kept off my computer most of  last night.  But she did say “Now I keep you away from your art as well”. Wow it must be so pathetic to have absolutely NO talent or brains whatsoever. One would be bad enough, but both? I truly feel sorry for IT, and its pathetic partner.

Its 4.49pm and what has been allowed to be done today? Wow, got to mow a fraction of the lawn, the washing is in process, bought one lot in, and went to the shop. Are we supposed to bow to them for that?  Hardly.

Because I sent a couple of letters away somewhere, she said “I’ve got 24 hours to work you”.  And boy someone must be bloody desperate.