. . . Continuation of Mata Hari Subway Chronicles Part I

There was less than five minutes left to our commute. Mata Hari leveled her gaze flirtatiously at me, and spoke for the first time. “Does your newspaper have a movie section?” she asked. “Yes, it does” I replied curtly. My response was intentionally short. I avoided the expected courtesy of sharing the movie section of my newspaper with her. I wondered about her request. Was it simply a way of initiating a conversation? Or, was there a deeper motive behind it?

Frankly, I was surprised that the coolness of my response didn’t make her suspicious. Her confidence seemingly unshaken, Mata Hari appeared to be searching inwardly for her next words. Meanwhile, my mind was racing, poring over every experience I had with the Federal operatives involved in my surveillance and harassment over the past three years, searching for some clue to the motives behind her approach.

About a minute passed before Mata Hari spoke alluringly for the second time. “Do you know the name of the movie theater on 34th Street and 8th Avenue? “I’m supposed to be meeting a friend there . . . She said to meet her in front of the theater . . . Do you know what movies are playing there?”

I hesitated for a moment while dissecting her rambling request. Then it hit me! Mata Hari’s motives and methods became crystal clear! In fact, her actions were entirely consistent with the surveillance pattern set by the plainclothes agents / operatives who supported my harassment for the past three years. How so? Let me explain:

One tactical advantage sought by a covert surveillance team, is the ability to anticipate where you (the target of surveillance) will be at any time of the day or night. This gives plainclothes agents the opportunity to embed themselves at that location and prepare for your arrival. Thereby, they are afforded an opportunity to manipulate your environment in advance. That ability is critical to setting up a sting operation. To achieve this advantage, they will use an initial surveillance period to develop a detailed record of your daily routine over a period of days or weeks.

Mata Hari’s line of questioning was consistent with this surveillance practice. My destination on that Sunday afternoon was the 34th St. movie theatre she mentioned. Mata Hari knew that because the surveillance team assigned to me had detailed records of my past daily routine. They knew where I was heading. Mata Hari’s intent was to join me as I headed for that theater. Why?

You see, up to that time, I had been the target of scores of street level sting operations by detectives posing as drug dealers, seeking to lure me into purchasing illicit drugs. They had all failed. Therefore, the “investigators” felt that I needed a bit more prodding. Perhaps a bit of feminine sex appeal would be the lure needed to snare me in a street level drug arrest. Mata Hari was that lure. Her job was to charm and convince me to purchase drugs from a conveniently placed, authentically posed, drug-dealing detective en route to my favorite Sunday afternoon movie theatre.

The split second I used to dissect these clues was over. As the train pulled into the final station, Mata Hari, leaning closely, smiled, and awaited my response. This was a critical moment. My response had to end this encounter, and put distance between us. I wanted her to understand that I knew what she was doing, yet, I did not want to say it in a way that seemed intimidating or threatening. My response had to be firm, yet controlled. Subtle, yet clear.

“Perhaps an officer at this station can help you,” I slowly replied, with studied deliberation. I chose my words carefully. I wanted the word officer to linger in the air, pregnant with meaning: Officer . . . I know that you are a plainclothes operative . . . Officer . . . I understand your motives and scheme . . . Officer . . . This conversation is over . . .

Mata Hari suddenly looked stricken. She got the point. Her flirtatious act instantly dissipating, she became withdrawn and silent. This uncomfortable silence did not last long. Less than a minute later our train came to its final stop and the doors opened. Not desiring to appear threatening in any way, I lingered in my seat, to put some distance between us as she left the train. She moved quickly, glancing back repeatedly as she exited.

There were still a few details to discern. Mata Hari did not work alone. For her protection, there were other plainclothes officers / agents in among the passengers. Where were they? One of them became immediately apparent. As the bulk of passengers moved in unison toward the subway exit, a sole passenger, a tall burly white male, stood off to the side, glaring at me. “Aah, there you are,“ I thought to myself. His glare followed me as I exited the station. I glanced at the plainclothes officer benignly, smiled, and continued on my way.

I thought deeply about this encounter in the weeks that followed. The setting they chose for this sting was highly unusual, a Sunday afternoon subway ride. Why? Clearly, the provocative dress and seductive methods employed by Mata Hari would be more natural in a social setting like a nightclub or a bar. Here is the problem my harassers had: From surveillance, they knew my daily routine well. I do not frequent bars or nightclubs. In fact, I am never found in social settings where drug use is common. They did not have a single social setting in my weekly routine that was exploitable for their sting. The best they could do, after three years of intense surveillance, is approach me on a Sunday afternoon subway ride as I read the newspaper.

This event shows the support law enforcement agencies provides the covert agencies engaged in directed energy weapons testing. Why were they continually obsessed with luring me into buying drugs or other illegal practices? If they could ruin my reputation it would serve their purpose of isolating me. Discrediting my good name would make it easier to continue their covert directed energy weapons testing. After all, who would believe me?

In any event, they can take much comfort in the assurance that I do not want their drugs . . . or their women.

Addendum: Why The Repeated Drug Sting Efforts?

Keep in mind the overall purpose of directed energy weapons torture and gang-stalking. It is a scheme designed to destroy the targeted individual. This is not justice, nor a tool of justice. The attempted drug stings serve as an adjunct to the destruction of the reputation of the targeted person while alienating him from any potential support systems. If the victim has a weakness for any illicit illegal activity, it will be exploited as a potential trap. If he does not have such a weakness, they will certainly try to help him develop one!

They will even try to exploit normal desires. Here is an example: For a number of months I was doing research on large flat screen computer monitors. I settled on a model made by Sony as my favorite. I would consume any reviews in magazine or online for that model and occasionally stop into computer stores to view it. I would talk about it on the phone with my computer geek friends. Sadly, it was quite a bit out of my price range. Yet, I yearned for that equipment like a child yearns for a new toy! Obviously, the agents who keep me under constant surveillance would keep a careful record of such interests. Well, one morning as I walked into the parking lot of my residence there sat a brand new large screen Sony flat screen monitor on the sidewalk near my car! And, it was the very model that I lusted after! What are the odds of that happening ( I lived in Newark, NJ at the time)! It was sitting in an opened, brand new box, and, it appeared that no one was in sight to claim it. I instantly sensed that this was a setup, and did not go near it. That computer ‘toy’ was bait. If they could accuse me of “stealing” the flat screen monitor it would be the sort of blemish that would hurt my reputation and result in an arrest record. Let the victim beware!

At times, over the decade of involuntary testing with directed energy weapons that I have endured at the hand of Federal operatives, there have been some rather comical and bizarre encounters. I have been the target of a myriad of failed ’sting’ operations by Federal agents using women, drugs, and other illicit lures. These failed attempts to discredit me have at times been quite bizarre. Here is one rather humorous incident that occurred about three years after the harassment began.

It was an unseasonably cool, gray, mid-April Sunday afternoon. The Newark Path Train Station (Newark, NJ) was the scene of casual commuters bound for New York City. As was occasionally my custom on Sunday evenings, I had the thick Sunday Times newspaper in hand, bound for New York City. This solitary ritual included reading my favorite newspaper, a quiet meal at a New York restaurant, and perhaps a movie. I enjoyed the solitude, as it allowed me to read the newspaper at leisure without distraction.

I boarded the train at the first stop, Newark Penn Station. At Journal Square Station (the third stop), I transferred to a train bound for 33rd Street, New York City. I took a seat, and began reading as the train waited in the station.

It was at this moment that I first saw her, entering the car doors immediately to my left. To most observers, she was a young, attractive woman headed for a night of partying. She was a tall, shapely blonde, dressed in tight, suggestive clothing. However, I quickly sensed that her appearance did not reveal the true picture. She was, in fact, not just another casual commuter. It was the infamous Mata Hari (see footnote), looking for her next victim!

How could I so easily recognize a covert Federal agent in plainclothes? In the three years I had been a target of directed energy weapons torture up to that time, the ability to distinguish plainclothes operatives and Federal agents from the broad human palette that surrounds me was developing rapidly. Often, in a matter of seconds, a plainclothes operative may provide a number of clues that reveal their motives and methods. Well, Mata Hari was dripping clues like a busted water-main. Let me share what I saw. You will see why I knew, without question, that this was indeed Mata Hari!

First, I sensed by her clothing that she was a plainclothes agent. She was an attractive blonde, evidently of suburban upbringing. Yet, her clothing was “prostitute chic,” a low-cut powder blue halter top that exposed her midriff, tight low rise jeans, and high heels.

That was the first clue. I could see in her demeanor that the clothing she wore was not her normal style of dress. Suppose Martha Stewart suddenly started dressing like Brittany Spears. You would sense the incongruity, even if you saw her for the first time. The demeanor of the woman, her countenance, would be incompatible with the “trashy” style of clothing. So it was with Mata Hari. Her clothing did not fit her. It was a covert agent’s costume, not her normal way of dressing.

Here is the second clue. It was a seasonably cool, late April afternoon. No one at this time of year would think of traveling without a light coat at the minimum. Yet, Mata Hari did not wear so much as a light sweater. Clearly, she wanted to be noticed, to bait her prey. Her clothing also told me that she came from a heated environment within the train station, most likely the police station located two levels above.

Here is a third clue that drew me to that conclusion. Mata Hari was wearing freshly applied perfume. Are you familiar with the scent of perfume when it is first applied? It takes at least five minutes for the alcohol base of perfume to dissipate fully after application. You can easily smell that alcohol until body heat evaporates it. Her perfume had strong alcohol overtones as she entered the train. That told me that she applied it only minutes ago. However, she did not carry a purse or bag. That eliminates her applying it in the ladies room. The jeans she wore were too tight to hold a bottle of cologne or perfume . . . Where did she apply her perfume? There is a Transit Police station in the Journal Square station two levels above the train. Being a Federal agent, she probably applied it there, as she dressed for this assignment. No store sold perfume in this station.

As Mata Hari entered the waiting train, her eyes quickly swept the car. In doing so, she provided a fourth clue. Most persons entering a subway car look for a seat. Mata Hari was not looking for a seat, she was scanning the faces of the riders, looking for her victim. In that moment, our eyes met briefly. She quickly turned away, then glanced at me a second time. She studied my face for an instant. I knew why. She was trying to see if her provocative attire was having the desired effect upon me. Not wanting to encourage her, I kept a deadpan expression. It worked. Instead of sitting next to me, she sat one seat away. She did not see anything in my eyes that indicated I would be an easy target.

As the train lurched toward the next stop, Mata Hari began glancing at me repeatedly. I studied her actions from the corner of my eye while appearing to be engrossed in my newspaper. It was not the first time they targeted me using a female agent. However, it was the first time a female agent approached me on a train. What was her intent, her plan? I was apprehensive and a bit fearful. Yet, I wanted to know what her scheme was, adding it to the body of knowledge I had accumulated regarding my harassers over the past few years.

I decided that the best way to uncover her scheme was to make her work harder to achieve it. The harder she worked, the more obvious her motives would become. Meanwhile, Mata Hari was attracting plenty of attention from the men in that train car.

I observed her continued glances at me from the corner of my eye. Some would interpret her glances as admiring. I knew better. They were the glances of a woman with a job to do, growing increasingly impatient at my lack of response. This train ride is a short one (about twenty minutes), and time was running out. If she was going to make her move, it had to be soon.

Mata Hari’s next move seemed almost surrealistic. She suddenly began to bend forward in her seat repeatedly, apparently, to attract my attention to her derriere. It was an oddly executed rhythmic forward and backward motion. She glanced at me as she did so. I saw the expression of the fellow seated across from her change from a flirtatious stare to wide-eyed puzzlement. Her motion was neither seductive or erotic, although evidently, that was its intent. It was attracting attention for all the wrong reasons. At this point, I was working hard to control my urge to burst out in laughter. I was also becoming embarrassed, as onlookers were beginning to wonder what the connection was between this woman and me. She continued this motion for about 15 seconds or so, then stared at me. I did not respond, keeping my focus on my newspaper. So, she started her motion all over again. Now she really had everyone’s attention. I watched out of the corner of my eye, barely restraining my urge to burst out laughing. I had never imagined that an encounter with any Federal agent would become so bizarre.

Although this scene had become quite comical, I was still focused on discerning her scheme and neutralizing it. I did not need to wait long. What Mata Hari did next revealed her true motives. . .

Be sure to return and find out what happens in the next installment of this episode!

Footnote: Mata Hari was a famous female spy in the German Secret Service during World War 1. She was a beautiful Parisian dancer known for extracting secrets from foreign diplomats she was intimate with. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I am using Mata Hari as a metaphor for the female Federal agent in this story.