Unsafe and Unsecured In Redondo Beach–Organized Crime, Vandalism, Sabotage and Imposed Control

“Desperate diseases must have desperate remedies.”  Old English Proverb

Backed into a corner, I see no other way but to expose what I am going through. The story of accelerated crime upon crime began over 10 years ago, but today I am writing about my current situation and how the criminals are controlling my life in every way. Since its been almost 6 years of solid crime in Redondo, its difficult to know how to go about this and not make it the world’s longest post. I will begin with my current situation and work back through time.

My plan was to move out of Redondo Beach by October 2012. In September, I started having an increased problem with an inability to make or receive phone calls. Even my friend’s phone did not work in my apartment during September, October and most of November. Its hard to make plans when you can’t use your phone. My Internet was also severely compromised and, if I was able to get on the Internet, I would lose my signal and get bumped off almost immediately. Again, its hard to make plans when you cannot communicate with the world and make arrangements. The phone issue continued to be a problem until mid-week last week when, miraculously, I was able to get calls out immediately without trying for hours. Now that its almost February and I have been complaining about being censored for months, I guess my criminal handlers felt it was time to quit interfering with my signals. After all, how much can you get done with planning a move with 9 days of phone service? Thanks Big Bro!

A few high-security deadbolt lock receipts; also add, two security companies and systems, 2 camera systems and 3 DVR’s.

My biggest problem is that the people who are committing the crimes against me and my property have complete complicity with the Redondo Beach Police Department. In my nearly 7 years in Redondo, the police have done nothing and worse with the reported crimes of car theft, wallet theft from purse in apartment, vandalism, embezzlement by a U.S. Bank Manager (Ana Brianchesco), credit card fraud and vandalism, including the blood of my cat splattered all over my bathroom.

“Present” put on car seat in locked car/garage, 12/4/12

My car has spent its 2 years in a secured and locked garage but is vandalized after every use and the battery is compromised to where it needs to be replaced. This has gone on all year. I have a $28,000 car with all of the bells and whistles and it has 3,300 miles on it that I bought new. From

Desperate attempt for door security-this is where above present came from

January to March of 2012, I had to have 6 battery jumps from AAA and a new battery. From April to June 2012, I had to have 4 jumps and a new battery. And from June 2012 to January 2013 I have had 4 more jumps and now need another new battery. My car sits in a garage and needs its 4th new battery in 3,300 miles. Also, my garage door was sabotaged to not open 4 times last year and I was kept home as I could not access my vehicle. The message here is: I can’t go anywhere even though I have a private garage, security system and security cameras. Its impossible to go anywhere or get anything done under these circumstances. In my case, this all may be a blessing as I have no security inside my apartment while I’m gone.

“Anton’s” Christmas 2012 photo

Ironically,  I had a perfectly good car with many more miles left on it but sold it because of the constant vandalism. I figured that these psychopaths couldn’t go very far to damage a new car because it would be obvious. Instead, every time I go to my car there is more vandalism to the windshield, overall paint, inside all leather has been stretched out, the interior scratched-up, the carpet has been frayed and all of the interior bolts have been loosened to where it sounds like it is going to fall apart while it rolls down the road. It also feels like the underside of the vehicle’s bolts have been loosened. The idea of that actually scares me and little does these days. Since the police laugh at the crime and me as I have am estranged from my support system, people like “Anton”, the number one perpetrator here at the Esplanade apartment, have no limits to what they can do to destroy my life.

I started blogging January 2012 because of the crime, police complicity and the fact that my cat’s blood was the preferred method of trauma induction. I had to draw the line where my animal was tortured every time I left my apartment. In his 4 years, I’ve  seen these guys drug him to where his eyes were rolling in back of his head, where he could only lay there and drool. I’ve seen him fall and stumble off of his cat tree and I have come home to his ear, eye, feet and anus bleeding. These sadists have broken his tail in two places and pushed his toe pads so hard that a claw grew out of the center of one. His toe pads, claws, whiskers, furr and anus all bear the signs of animal torture. By poisoning his food, they were able to keep him bleeding rectally for 2 years. Only since I started carrying him with me everywhere have I been able to keep him safe. Well, most of the time. Fool that I am, I did two loads of laundry here and two at “B’s” condo in Hermosa Beach and each time the poor cat was being tortured and my computer, backup device and memory cards, camera and phone were all vandalized and my wallet ravaged. You see, when you are in this program, you are monitored constantly and all opportunities to hurt you are worsened and maximized so that the greatest amount of trauma and trouble can be brought to the target in the moment and beyond.

Blood on deadbolt 12/31/11.

For example, I value cleanliness and as such, my perpetrators rub schmegma and disgusting, malodorous substances all over the things that they vandalize, my cat and anything that I will touch. It literally takes 3 weeks to clean after they have come in to my apartment. Lately, its been all about chemical poisoning, food tampering, patina, stain and varnish removal from all furniture, plant destruction, scratching, scraping and ruining of everything in the apartment and lots of schmegma. Every time I go somewhere, I change the lock combination and it doesn’t matter–no problem for professional vandals and today’s uber criminals. Its an open season feeding here in the vandalhood!

Blood Stain on Receipt from Virginia–Occurred 12/31/11

Bottom line, in my program–I cannot own anything or even expect my animal, food or car to be safe. I cannot go anywhere as everything is controlled and sabotaged. The Redondo Beach Police gave my “case” to  Detective David Arnold and he told me that he was on the cyber crimes division and wanted my evidence. Within three days he removed or had removed the evidence regarding Eric Garcia’s sexual crimes against minors through his 4+ year old Toob.us.com site where underage girls were exploited sexually in every way. He had thousands of videos and charged people to download them. And when Googled, Toob.us had hundreds of thousands of hits! That’s a lot of disappearing evidence. I copied all of it and all that remains are a few things on a memory card as these criminals are big on removing evidence while they are stealing from you and desecrating everything that you ever thought about.

Also on his Toob.us.com site, Eric Garcia kept a message board where he would compose and post all of his stalking posts about me before he would post them to Craigslist.  That alone contained over 3 years’ posts chronicling the gang stalking, the break-ins, vandalism and locksmiths, my Aunt’s demise, personal things about my life and my body and many creative stories to communicate what they were doing to me. Eric Garcia’s Toob.us site message board was one gigantic profile of the sadistic psychopaths that are creating, customizing and enacting these programs in all western countries. One giant piece of evidence–a website–that described hundreds of crimes; including conspiracy. I can see why it had to go. After all, in this Brave New World no measure or means is too drastic when you have access to to completely control everything in a person’s life, with the exception of their mind! My mind is protected by God and they cannot crack my moral code, goad me into trouble or compromise my values. At this point, its just “same thing, different day”. A Groundhog Day of nightmares, so to speak.

Since its problematic to go out and about, I have done much shopping online. EVERY PACKAGE THAT I RECEIVE IS PRE-VANDALIZED by Eddie and the Gardena UPS Back Door Crew!

The contents are removed, vandalized and repackaged and ready to do a “dump & run” delivery.

Typical condition of UPS package upon delivery.

I’ve promised Cesar the UPS Criminal Supervisor a blog dedicated just to them and the level of crime over there. They like to do whatever they want to and literally change the tracking data in the computer system to reflect the new amended bogus data. Isn’t that interesting consumers? This on dozens of packages and calls to them where the reports disappear and even the record of the calls. And hey, if you decide that you are going to try to outsmart them and order next-day shipping, you’re in for a real treat. On 2 separate occasions I ordered next-day air and all was on schedule as the tracking said, “Out for delivery”. When the packages didn’t arrive by the end of the day, a new inquiry showed that they were still in the air and had not even touched the ground yet. Of course, bogus tracking of it coming in and going on the truck the next day is what showed. Its nice that Cesar’s Back Door UPS Crew is able to change the tracking of an over-night delivery in order to vandalize the contents of a package at Christmas time! Great job boys! In my world, you keep that up and you can join the dishonorable, cowardly, hypocritical, organized stalking club of perps in my wake and  be the owner of a brand new car!!!

My friend sent me a Christmas package via UPS. It had been opened and one of the two presents had been torn open and they vandalized and fuzzified the handmade purse that my friend made me. After their Back Door Crew club playtime was over, they stuffed it back in the wrapping paper and back in the box it went. No problem with printing out a new shipping tag; no need to tape the box because you can just use the new tag to secure! Take a look. My friend assures me that neither of the box or the purse are in the condition that she sent them in. The box actually had tape over the center seam.

The present that I sent my friend was picked-up and delivered 6 days late as it wasn’t even put on the truck until 8 days after the crook Eddy picked it up. I

They love “logistics” all right!

made many phone calls and Cesar, the manager just couldn’t find it. Miraculously, it gets put in the mail 8 days late and the records are falsified to erase all of my customer service calls and they refuse to give me a refund. Can you say organized criminal money bleed? That’s what all of the crime is about until you are destitute and on the streets.

Lately its been the local Von’s grocery store delivery that has been overtaken by these organized cowards. They are messing up my orders saying that they are out of many things when they aren’t and vandalizing the packaging of things while desecrating my the fruits and vegetables beyond belief. I have also had things completely opened, including a total 3 water bottles. Organized crime is rampant and these Freemason cowards will work ahead of things to get to any doctor or other professional that you visit. Like most targets, I’ve got many “unbelievable” stories–you just can’t imagine that everything and everyone is controlled and your life becomes akin to a wounded salmon swimming upstream to die.

Even after over 10 solid years of organized hell and demise, I am grateful to have survived and become much stronger through the process. My character, values, patience, and ability to withstand great cruelty and focused demonic influence and criminality have been on trial and, paradoxically, I am full of love in the Lord. The only thing in this life that can bring peace and joy, long suffering and forgiveness on levels rarely tested is the love of God through his son, Jesus Christ. Every day of my survival I dedicate to him and everything that is good and true. That said, there comes a time when you have to record this level of organized criminality over time. For me, today is one of those days. God bless all targeted individuals and keep them in hope and show them the way of faith and love if it be their heart’s desire!

Chemtrail Show in Redondo Beach January 18 & 19

The weather in Southern California has been unusually cold this month. After these Aleutian storm systems pass, a high pressure gradient sets in changing the direction of the wind where it blows to the ocean from the deserts. Not only are these post-storm days warm, cloudless and beautiful, but the water glasses off and oftentimes there is a great swell remaining. But I digress…….

I’ve noticed that during these offshore weather events here in the south Santa Monica Bay, there is an increase in chemtrail spraying. Here are pictures taken the last two afternoons as the chemtrail activity increased. Note that there are no clouds in the sky. All of these are chemtrails even the ones that appear to be clouds. That is what they look like as the air and wind disperse them. Enjoy!

 

Helicopter Surveillance/Harassment Pictures for December 2012

Hi tech harassment including electromagnetic radiation, lasers and who-knows-what, chemical poisoning, food tampering, car and apartment vandalism, and problems with getting and keeping a wifi signal and phone calls continue to be highlights for me this month. Here are photographs of some of the air surveillance/harassment that has occurred this month. Please note the sheer numbers and the photos of the Channel 5 News Copter on 12/20 and the police helicopter sequence on 12/17. Also, there are many flyovers that always go right over my apartment building and they go unheard until directly overhead making it difficult to get pictures of how close they come.

During the months of September, October and November of this year, the helicopter harassment/surveillance tapered off and, when they did come by, they weren’t nearly as close to my apartment building. During November, we started getting loud, direct flyovers where the noise would seemingly come out of nowhere and then the helicopter would fly out over the ocean. During those three months, I was unable to receive or make phone calls and other people’s phones would not work from my apartment either.

The week before Thanksgiving my phone started miraculously working (sometimes). During a phone conversation with a friend, I told her that the helicopter harassment had died way down and they weren’t being so obvious. After I had that conversation, the helicopter harassment started–worse than ever–and here are some of the better photos that I’ve taken this month.

12/15/12

12/16/12

12/17/12

12/19/12

12/20/12,  Channel 5 News Helicopter slowly come and hovers

Picture of Channel 5 News Copter from Internet

12/21/12

12/23/12

Payoffs of Working for the Synagogue of Satan

2012, My 50th Year

This year started off with cat blood, heavy vandalism and me reaching a point of intrepidness over the parade of gangsters who parade in and out of my life–cops, Freemasons, business leaders with control over parts of my world, lawyers, realtors, UPS & Federal Express, US Bank managers, locksmiths, and every other weak person who parasitically is feeding off of me.

Facts are that the Lord has used these evil crimes and all of the orchestrated chaos to wake me up and  build my Christian character. Growth is never easy or painless and truth tellers have been silenced throughout time. Also, the sadistic tactics used in organized gang stalking and electronic mind control were devised years ago and used throughout history. Not to minimize this most cruel program, but it is a matter of history repeating itself–again. Technological advances in mind control/behavioral control weapons are what distinguish the current torture matrix from what the detainees and death camp victims experienced in Nazi Germany–and the distinction is huge.

Its been 10 full months of absolute pain, torture and a total lack of safety in this, my 10th year of heavy targeting. I began blogging and started getting heavy doses of radiation along with radical directed energy attacks. I was shielding from the directed energy attacks but was unaware of the radiation being pumped through my walls and came down with full-blown radiation sickness.

The Lord requires that my intentions and motivations be as pure as possible in reporting these crimes on this blog. I have taken a long time to wait out all desires for revealing them out of revenge or hurt or any other impure reason. These are very serious life threatening and life killing crimes and no one is an island–even our perpetrators. They lead secret lives hidden from their loved ones and many others around them. This is the reason that I reveal myself and my name throughout my blog as it adds credence to my story and allows me to also reveal those who choose to perpetrate crimes against me.

Anton the Perp Shows Off

Anton has totally been avoiding walking in front of our apartment on the walking path of the Esplanade. I have only seen him 3 times over recent weeks; two of those being within the last week. Today, I saw him walking along the low tide line at 3:15 pm. In the past, he usually is off of his perp duties with me and goes for lunch and probably a debriefing session. I won’t go into it now, but my perps are trying to create reasons for me to have to leave my apartment in a hurry and I won’t/can’t do it. I believe that Anton took a late break because he hoped that I would leave.

When I saw him on the beach for the first time obviously avoiding walking by my windows, I just had to take pictures. The low tide was extreme and he was very far away but he was looking and saw me in my apartment. As usual, he fumbles in his pocket for his camera, retrieves it and does his whole, “perp twisting the tables routine and pretending that his long time target is really his perp instead” schtick. Cute little counter moves like that are relatively entertaining to me at this point. Meanwhile, watch the weasels scatter and avoid your gaze. They exhibit many signs of psychopathy and that everything is a manipulative game or a skit in their life, is a sad reality about the substance of their character’s.

Sunday, I went to the apartment that I am trying to move into and when I got back, I noticed a car parked at the end of our narrow community driveway. I thought nothing of it as I proceeded to pulled within 10 feet of it and backed into my garage. Since I have the security problems that I have, unloading the car takes a long time as I try to carry everything (including my cat) with me in one wide and weighty trip.

It took a good 4 minutes to unload on Sunday. As I was almost to the stairwell, who pops up from behind the front of the car that I now noticed was brand new, but the Anton Lavey look alike perp. I was within feet of not even knowing that it was his new car and he decides to flaunt his new payoff for his lazy surveillance and speeder levels of obsessive/compulsive troll-like vandalism of me and my life!

Why would he do that? He wants me to know, of course. His narcissistic pride and neurotic ego needs drove him to pop-up and boldly claim his prize before his victim. I figured that, if exposing the situation was that important to him, I should go get my camera and see if I could help share his enthusiasm with the world.

He wasn’t so exuberant when I came from behind the corner as he was polishing his new wheels and took his picture. Once again, I got from him, “Hey Lady, what’s your problem?” As I got to the opening of the stairwell I said, “I don’t have one,” and he retorted, “Oh, yes you do–you have a few.”

I have no problem exposing these gang criminals, no matter how self-important they are or popular with fellow operatives of their satanic order. I have had death threats for years delivered through various creative means and efforts. I have a few posts on that in my head.

Meanwhile, the persecution of the saints continues and innocent blood is being shed. But God tells us that we need not worry that all these events–man-made chaos and satanic bloodletting is a sign that we are closer to the great Day of the Lord. For someone in my position,  I know that God is preparing me for what is to come every day and I suffer gladly for HIS and no man’s honor, nor satanic being’s, nor Lucifer himself.

In the end, it’s about proclaiming my love of God and my faith and acceptance of Jesus’ sacrifice for me on the cross, thereby giving me direct access to the Godhead. It’s about whatever God asks of me that I may live my life for him, actualizing his plan. I pray that I will be able to claim in the day that I pass that, “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.” ~2 Timothy 4:10

May God bless and draw near to all targets around the world and reveal his glorious peace to them along their arduous journey as they, too, fight the good fight of faith.

My #1 Perpetrator at the Esplanade Apartment

In March of 2010, I moved from my aunt’s apartment into an apartment 2 blocks away on the Esplanade in Redondo Beach.  I had purchased a new lock for my aunt’s apartment and, when it seemed secure, I put one on the new apartment, too. During my move, there were many “men” hanging out in the garages and out side the garage area. I soon discovered that, not only did I not have security in one apartment, I now had no security in two! No matter what I have done–security systems, many high security deadbolt locks, other high-tech locks–I have never had security in this town nor has my cat ever been safe from the harm of local neighborhood sadists. I experience thefts, heavy vandalism and sabotage of all personal items and car, identity theft, bank account embezzlement, mail theft and tampering, UPS & FEDEX employee crimes to all packages prior to delivery, illegal surveillance of me in my residence with the filming and publishing of my body naked on the Internet and many tactics meant to create fear and terror, such as the maiming, plucking, drugging, cutting, toe pad and tail breakage and disfigurement of my cat, Marley. As mentioned previously, these organized criminals have also used Craigslist to publish false information about me and terroristic threats to my safety–both stated and implied. The Craigslist campaign started in 2007 when I was being “handled” by Chris Stock who told me to look on there for some strange reason–I found out why. Chris’ role in my story will have a post all its own.

As soon as the crimes began at the Esplanade apartment, there was one guy who was taking credit for them. Every time that I would discover that my apartment was vandalized and that my cat had been violently abused, my Anton LaVey lookalike neighbor  in the twin building next door would walk in front of my apartment window, stare in and laugh uncontrollably at my predicament. He would also post on Craigslist using the moniker “Jason Lee Cordeiro” posting from “Hollyweird” and the location “90027” (which is a twist on the 90277 zip code in Redondo Beach). Since I refused to go anywhere without security, I began a long period of time where I would go nowhere. My bald neighbor would address his “Jason Lee Cordeiro” posts to “Stuck in the House” in the “90027”. The posts were vile and talked about killing and rape. The Anton LaVey lookalike laughed hysterically as he would walk by and stare at me in my self-imposed fishbowl of exile. I would include evidence of all of the Craigslist harassment, however, my Craigslist, email, and other accounts have been hacked and the information erased. Also, my perpetrators have ruined no less than 5 computers that all contained incriminating evidence and pictures of much of the vandalism. My phones and camera memory cards have been routinely stolen also to eliminate the threat of pesky photographic evidence. Meanwhile, the crimes continued at my aunt’s apartment just two blocks away.

Also in March of 2010, both my aunt and my identities were stolen and my aunt’s credit cards were used in Europe. We were relegated to using cash and my aunt insisted on carrying large amounts until the new credit and ATM cards arrived. Naturally, my wallet was stolen with a large amount of cash in it and my aunt was being stolen from during this time. Also the bank manager of the US bank on Catalina, Ana Brianchesco, was in the process of embezzling upwards of $40,000 from my savings account. I suspect that my aunt’s account was being embezzled from by her also, but the bank refused to  investigate even though they fired the manager. Also, my aunt’s appointed trustee for her trust–E. Thomas Moroney–set her trust up so that none of her money was in interest-bearing accounts. I discovered that fact and told Tom to change the situation no less than 3 times in a period of 1 1/2 years; to no avail, Tom repeatedly opened up new checking accounts for the money rather than putting it into interest-bearing savings accounts. The bank and my aunt’s criminal defense attorney trustee, Tom Moroney, were complicit in the mishandling and misappropriation of these monies. My aunt made no interest, but she made the bank tons of it!

My Aunt was dying and it was my duty to take the best care of her that I could as I had my uncle. The stress of having two lives being actively destroyed along with a young animal and two apartments was, at times, overwhelming. I began to get my friend Bernard to come over to watch my apartment so that I could get provisions so that my personal items and cat would be safe. However, my aunt was my priority and she was a medically complicated woman dying of metastasized breast cancer and I took care of her fully knowing that my animal would be abused and the apartments and our personal items would be vandalized and denigrated the whole time that I was gone.

There are many things to tell about the 2 1/2 years that I have had the Esplanade apartment, but I am here to report about the main perpetrator as I have already published that I would if the crime did not stop. This reporting of all criminal activities is done with a thoughtful heart and absolute truthful certainty. The only threat against them is exposure as anyone whose name is submitted into this extrajudicial program is put on a list where the police look to accuse them of a crime/s and seem to attempt to intimidate and malign them. Even when there was obvious blood in numerous places in my bathroom and my apartment and personal items were obviously vandalized, the police would not investigate and the detective assigned called my crazy mother and eccentric friend in attempts to dig up dirt and spread suspicion about me. Not only had I done nothing wrong, but my Christian values have guided my actions for years and I am incapable of intentionally hurting others. I also had achieved a lot for a woman in my 40’s prior to all of this contrived chaos to ruin my life and had a long record of stability.

Anton LaVey Lookalike Demonic Behavior

Its been obvious since day 2 that the apartment manager was part of this coordinated assault on my life because he charged me $100 for a refrigerator that I found out on day 2 was included with my apartment. The refrigerator was immediately vandalized and I had to purchase a new one. Just one perfect example of how everyone makes money on an organized stalking target. The Esplanade apartment manager said that he had to rearrange the garages and would give me a garage with an opener; when he did, the garage was located right under “Anton’s” apartment so that he could hear me come and go. Many a time when my car had been vandalized, “Anton” would come out when I was just discovering the damage and give me the evil eye much like his namesake in this picture.

This evil eye or stink eye, as the surfers refer to it, is used ubiquitously in organized stalking. When Chris Stock changed his program with me he would end our visit with a soulless stink eye glare. This glare is used to try to incite fear and intimidation within the victims of this full-frontal assault on one’s life and very soul. I believe that the satanic people that do this are operating at a very low frequency vibration as all negative emotions resonate at such. People, such as myself, that are optimistic are used to weak people trying to tear us down however they can over the entirety of our lives. I exercise the emotions of love, forgiveness, joy, peace and long-suffering and vibrate at a much higher frequency as a result. In my opinion, these satanic stalkers are emotional vampires and, like demons, have to feed off of the positive goodness in others and, as such, plan their destruction. I have read that, to satanists, the purer or more innocent the sacrifice, the more power that is derived from it. On a spiritual level, we are sacrifices that these demonic gang members make in order to attain spiritual power, to obtain control over others, to achieve street credibility and to move up within the occult organization. I have had the displeasure of running into many of these demonic gang stalkers as a surfer, both in and out of the water. Their energy and vibration is so dissimilar to mine that I can feel it before I can even catch a glance at the evil stink eye glare that is inevitably searing in my direction.

The most common characteristic of these crimes is that the perpetrators want you to know exactly who is doing the crime. And, if for some reason you miss the enormous hints and clues that are being hurled in your direction by the proud perpetrator who is aching for acknowledgement and for signs that his victim is indeed being terrorized, they are all too happy to write it on Craigslist or come up and rub it squarely in your face. Most targets miss many of these clues for quite some time and have stories of how their perpetrators finally broke down and wrote it on the wall for them so that they could get on with the business of being terrified. In my case, that was their purpose in using Craigslist–to literally clue me into what Organized Gang Stalking is and all of the tactics, skits and ploys used in the attempts they were using to accomplish their goal of creating mental instability and, hopefully, my suicide or early death. Most of these psychological games were created long ago and are tried and true methods to attempt to have a person question their own minds and perceptions. Many were tested and perfected in Nazi Germany and carried out by the Stasi. They are also tactics that have been long attributed to Freemasons and, most recently, the Church of Scientology.

I have many stories about the Anton LaVey lookalike, but I will share that since I began attempting to get his picture he has behaved quite differently. He gets real mad and immediately fumbles for his own phone and whips it out and takes my picture of me taking his–as if the whole world couldn’t tell who the sadistic, perverted, and psychopathic stalker without a job (other than the destruction of me, my animal and my property) is. Yeah, right. Good one, Anton!

Last Wednesday, as I was cleaning the carpets of the schmegma that he smeared all over them earlier, I noticed Anton approaching the apartment building on the walking path outside my picture window. As soon as he saw that I saw him, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction. He was already at the apartment building, but his fear of me taking his picture prompted him to go the long way around, down the walking path, up the steps and walkway and down the street in the other direction and to the front of the building.

When he had left to go on his two hour lunch while he was off-duty from harassing and surveilling me, he craned his head the other way and, when he turned it back to see where he was going, he reached around his head with his whole arm to obscure his profile. His arm resembled that of a frequent arm position of monkeys and was awkward and obvious. After 2 1/2 years of this guy violating me and my life in every way costing me my freedom, my safety, my cash, my food, my vitamins and provisions, the skin and bones of my animal, and the vandalism of every piece of clothing, furniture, trinket and book that I own, I am supposed to care what this sadistic lowlife wants? I think not. Hence, I waited about 5 minutes and set myself up at the entrance to the building to try to get a picture of Anton the perpetrator. I figured if it turns out, its providential as he was moving briskly and the camera phone has a delay. I will post his picture and you can judge for yourself.

Since I am being radiated in my apartment and have suffered many deleterious affects, as has my cat, I feel that I need to expose these people and what they do with an air of urgency and immediacy. I have waited a long time until I was sure that it was just about truthful disclosure and with no ill intention, such as vindictiveness, or revenge. This is my tenth year of being targeted in this program and many of my stalkers and handlers for years have been surfers. I have many things to tell and, since nothing changes and Anton and company have made my life next to impossible, I am going to  shine a light on these sadistic, lower frequency, vampiric, demonic souls and what they are doing to me and many others with sheer delight and with the complicity of the local police department. You may want to rethink moving to Redondo Beach if you value your health, privacy and safety.

Primary Perpetrator at the Esplanade Apartment