I witnessed something today that provides a glimpse into the often sad human drama concealed behind the use of community policing groups for “gang-stalking” in support of Federal covert testing of directed energy weapons on American citizens.

As is often my custom, I was at a local car wash on Central Avenue (Phoenix, AZ) this morning, washing my vehicle. The Federal agencies that provide covert surveillance always insure that local community policing group members participate in surveillance and psychological harassment when I am at this location. As usual, two of the vehicles near me were being washed by such individuals. I found one of them particularly interesting. She was of Hispanic origin, perhaps in her late-30’s. As she washed her car, I noticed welts and bruises on her thighs barely concealed by her shorts. Because of her light skin, these dark bruises were particularly noticeable. I then took careful note of her face. Her complexion was a map of small healed bruises and scrapes. While I am no expert in such matters, what I saw strongly suggested evidence of domestic violence.

That got me thinking. What if her abusive husband or boyfriend was also a member of the community policing groups participating in “gang-stalking?” Would the covert agencies sponsoring these groups shield him from any criminal prosecution because of his role in covert community policing activities? The military and law enforcement are both notoriously sexist domains where scandals of sexual abuse and harassment are all too common. I can easily imagine this woman being powerless and unprotected in such a “macho” culture.

This brought back to mind a “family” that lived in the apartment below mine in Albuquerque, New Mexico two years ago. They were used in the pattern of “gang stalking” and psychological attacks for the time I lived in that development. What a sad collection of individuals! The children in the “family” ranging in age from about seven to fifteen years old, would routinely be loitering on the complex grounds when most children were in school. They were often outdoors as late as 11 or 12 at night without any meaningful parental supervision. Clearly, their “parents” had little genuine interest in them. The “mother” in this group had a barely disguised alcohol problem that was visibly eating away her health. One night, after the scent of marijuana wafted into my bedroom window at about 2:00 in the morning, I came downstairs to discover one of the children, about 13 years old smoking “pot” with an adult I had not seen before. In truth, nothing they have done to me is nearly as bad as what they are doing to the minds of these impressionable youths. That is truly repugnant.

The seeming social instability of so many of the individuals used in these abusive programs never ceases to amaze me. What are their stories? I feel sorry for many of them. In some ways, they too are victims. I am convinced that the same system that is targeting me for harassment has little respect for the common folks used as little more than human “body armor” in their covert routines.

“Man has dominated man to his injury.”-Ecclesiates 8:9

If you study the behavior of any group long enough, you begin to detect patterns and routines. As a victim of government sponsored harassment for over ten years I begin to see the same schemes and traps used over and over again. One such scheme is chronicled in an earlier installment I entitled He Came…He Saw…He Scowled. This past evening, I experienced a repeat of that scheme. Different players. Same sad scheme.

As is my practice on most weekday evenings, I visited the Pure Fitness Health Club on 35th & Northern Blvd (Phoenix, Arizona) for a workout. From the onset of my membership here it has been quite clear that covert agents and their support teams populate both the staff and membership of this gym during my workouts. That’s not a problem. I am here only for a workout, not to socialize. They occasionally play petty psychological games which I usually ignore. However, this particular evening became rather interesting because two new faces appeared.

I was on a cross-trainer machine and pulled my mp3 player out of my pocket to change the song. In a few seconds two white males, perhaps in their mid 30’s came and stood very close to me. These were new faces, and were wearing typical Pure Fitness staff shirts. I immediately sensed that they were probably agents assigned to keep me under surveillance, getting a closer look at my actions. I continued my workout, while keeping an eye on them in my peripheral vision.

Because they were standing so close, I made a gesture indicating that I wanted them to move away a bit. They clearly did not like that, but did move. One of them shouted “Hey man, how’s it going!” in a condescending “pseudo-Black” tone of voice (see footnote A). “I do not respond to “hey man,” Mister or sir is preferred,” I replied. My tone was businesslike and terse. I wanted them to know that I saw them for what they really were in spite of their “official” Pure Fitness staff t-shirts. They were older than the typical trainers at the gym and stood out like sore thumbs. These were not gym jocks. I was not interested in playing a game and wanted to cut the conversation short. “Enjoy your work out sir,” one of them replied. “Thank you, sir,” I stated ending the conversation. They stood there a bit longer. The problem was that the treadmill behind me was being used by another member of the club. They did not want to leave until that treadmill was occupied by one of their agents to maintain surveillance (see footnote B). About two minutes later one of their covert female agents was able to occupy the treadmill. Then, the two men left for another part of the building.

I knew that my response did not sit well with them. In truth, I was not genuinely angry. There was a motive behind my response. What I knew was this: If they thought I was angered by their presence they would try to exploit my emotions before I left that evening. They will setup a scheme to lure me into a confrontation because of my “annoyance”. By doing so, they would confirm that they were in fact a part of the team of harassers working against me. I simply had to wait and see what they would do. Well, I finished my workout in the next 45 minutes and headed for the entrance. What took place next was a carbon copy of the scheme used by The Scowler years ago.

The same two agents were waiting outside, directly in front of the entrance as I left. Their pose had that “you want to make something of it, tough guy” look. And, like The Scowler, they said nothing. It was a stance designed to provoke an angry response. I knew why. Like The Scowler, they hoped to lure me into a confrontation that would be witnessed by other agents, staff, bystanders, police, and no doubt recorded on surveillance cameras. By setting this trap, they confirmed that they were in fact plainclothes agents. I simply walked past them with nary a glance, got into my car and drove off. I saw two other agents standing by their vehicles as I drove away. One was grinning, and for good reason. He knew I had avoided yet another of the myriad of traps they have set for me over the years.

Footnote A: If you have read all of my posts so far, you will see that although I am Black, and the bulk of my harassers are White, I do not blame everything I have experienced on racism. The fact is that these attacks are totally opportunistic. If they think racism is your weakness, they will make every attack (and attacker) appear to be racist in nature; If you have a problem with the police, they will make it appear as if the police are behind the harassment. Do you see how it works? The targeted individual is carefully watched for reactions to a wide variety of abuses and humiliating tactics. They are probing for weaknesses and emotional “hot-buttons”–actions and perceptions that anger the victim.” Whatever path they can take to manipulate a victims emotions will be exploited. The appearance and approach taken by your attacker is simply another weapon in the battle for your mind. Knowing this keeps me from viewing their attacks as personal affronts–they are simply tools in the overall psychological war against me.

Footnote B: The target of psychological warfare is under 24 hour surveillance (I have endured this for over ten years). The surveillance is not in the larger sense a search for evidence of wrongdoing. Rather, it is done in a way intended to humiliate, anger, and terrorize the target. You are provided constant visual reminders of that fact that you are being watched. In doing this, the surveillance is intended as a form of constant, dehumanizing, psychological torment.

This past week I experienced two incidents which reminded me of the spirit and motives behind the gang-stalking and infrasonic / microwave weapons harassment I have undergone for the past few years. The first took place in my local library (Phoenix Library, Main Branch, Phoenix, Arizona). I observed a fellow in the business section poring over business journals and newspapers related to the stock market. Obviously he was a businessman of some sort, the intense look as he read revealing deep personal concern and interest. A much older, poorly dressed man approached him, evidently a poverty stricken Native American, quietly asking for a small handout. His approach was timid and apologetic, motivated by necessity. The businessman, quickly becoming irritated, began to loudly castigate the old man, demanding that he find a job rather than look for handouts. It was a humiliating display. And, judging by the businessman’s tone of voice, it was meant to be. The older Native American quietly walked away, uttering no response.

Feeling superior to others is a dangerous thing. When we are convinced that others are less worthy than ourselves, it can create a cruel and domineering spirit as that brief episode demonstrated. A simple, quiet reply by the businessman would have been a sufficient rejection, and, would have preserved the old man’s dignity as well. However, the businessman saw no need to treat someone he viewed condescendingly with even a modicum of respect.

It was with that observation fresh in my mind that a second incident occurred the following day. This time, I was personally involved. I was driving in the South Mountain Park / Preserve (Phoenix, Arizona) this past weekend to photograph the spring wildflowers that are in bloom. The part of the preserve best known for spring wildflower displays, is only open on the weekends from sunrise to sunset. At other times, a locked gate prevents entry. I drove into this area (the gate was open) about an hour before sunset this past Sunday. A Park Rangers’ vehicle was partially blocking one lane just past the entrance, having arrived just before I did. The Park Ranger had left the vehicle, and was walking in a forested area near the road. I stopped and asked him if the area was still open. I was not sure what to make of his vehicle partially blocking the road. The ranger said that they were closing the road. It was 4:38 in the afternoon, more than an hour before sunset. To my thinking, this was an odd decision. So I asked why they were closing it so early when the sign said “open sunrise to sunset.?”

Well, in less than a minute, a second Park Ranger appeared, approached my car and joined the conversation. I simply wanted to know why, just as I entered the area, that the decision was made to close it, and not at sunset as the posted sign indicates. As the conversation progressed, my manner of speaking began having a pronounced effect on these two Rangers. Let me explain why. I am the sort of person who grooms and dresses himself with dignity at all times. I have taught public speaking for over ten years, and spent many years in corporate environments. I know how to communicate respectfully yet emphatically without profanity or disrespect. Simply because of the way I spoke and conducted myself, the rangers began to think that perhaps I was a high-powered official with the Parks Department or City government who had caught them closing the gate too early. They became overly apologetic and extremely helpful as a result. I could see that they were in fear for their jobs, and were trying to find a way to know what office I held or represented. In that moment, I held a measure of power over those Park Rangers. It was the same power that businessman held as he was approached for a handout by the old man. How should I use that power? How did I use it?

I did not want to leave those Park Rangers with the wrong impression. It would be wrong to abuse the power I held at that moment. I thanked the Rangers for their work and assured them that I respected their authority. I also assured them that I was asking out of disappoint because of not being able to photograph the wildflowers (near sunset is one of the best times of the day for landscape photography) and would honor their decision. What fleeting power I held in that moment dissipated. I corrected any false impressions they held and left on good terms with both men.

However, I must admit to the brief temptation to use the power I held over those men in that moment as a tool of humiliation. After all, I have been repeatedly abused by those who hold an authority like these men. Shouldn’t I, in some way, take it out on these men, if only in speech? Never may that happen! I firmly reject the lure of power abused, sticking to the superior principles I have been taught since youth. Remember the “Golden Rule?” “Do unto others as you would have them do to you.” I strive to treat others the way I want others to treat me. Not the way I am treated. That “Golden Rule” did not govern the actions of the abusive businessman I had observed earlier. Nor does it govern the lives of persons employed in gang-stalking and psychological and physical torture. Offer ordinary people a chance to employ a cruel abusive power over others, and many will accept. It is an addictive thrill to abuse others, an alluring temptation to the imperfect mind and heart. Unless we make a concerted effort to adopt and stick to higher principles at all times (such as the “Golden Rule”), we will easily be lured by the abuse of power!