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Thanks, and may God bless the targets of anonymous stalking and electronic harassment!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Total Infiltration
My perps have hacked into my company's computer network and my home network. Here's how I know:
1. Working at home on my work-issued laptop, connected to my company's supposedly ultra secure network through a VPN, the perps caused my laptop to shut down by itself three times in 30 minutes. (Literally as if an invisible hand were closing programs one by one, then shutting down, all in sequence.)
I took video of the third incidence and showed it to my network administrator, who freaked out and said there is no other explanation except a hacker intrusion. But after months of trying to figure out how it happened, the network guys gave up. They call it their "biggest unsolved mystery" (with a chuckle nowadays) but what I would give if somehow I could convince them of the malicious reality of what happened.
2. Using my wireless network, the perps can interfere with any audio file I play on my home computers. They can cause it to stop and rewind, to make sounds like a record being scratched, or simply to stop the playback. (The same audio file plays fine on other peoples' computers in other locations.) I have audio recording of this happening. They love to do this when I am playing my morning "Course in Miracles" lesson before my meditation. But it has stopped since I turned the wireless network off, and began using an ethernet (cabled) network only.
My perps infiltrate my work location and crouch above the ceiling tiles above my work space, and tap on the ceiling fixtures above any meeting room I am in. (Same tapping pattern every time, every meeting I attend. Two colleagues who routinely attend the same meetings have noticed the "odd tapping" but of course there is no way I could postulate what it really is!)
This did not start happening at work until after one evening when I accessed my corporate network via web mail over my home wireless network. I figure that was when they found their "tunnel" into our corporate LAN, thus, into my Outlook email, thus they know every meeting location where I am.
Brilliant fellers, huh? But they seem so frustrated that I realize exactly what they are doing, and simply have learned to ignore it. Which is really not that hard to do once you get over the sheer absurdity of the intimidation attempt. Because, let's get real, just how threatening can a perp be when he is crouching in the crawl space above your work cube?
1. Working at home on my work-issued laptop, connected to my company's supposedly ultra secure network through a VPN, the perps caused my laptop to shut down by itself three times in 30 minutes. (Literally as if an invisible hand were closing programs one by one, then shutting down, all in sequence.)
I took video of the third incidence and showed it to my network administrator, who freaked out and said there is no other explanation except a hacker intrusion. But after months of trying to figure out how it happened, the network guys gave up. They call it their "biggest unsolved mystery" (with a chuckle nowadays) but what I would give if somehow I could convince them of the malicious reality of what happened.
2. Using my wireless network, the perps can interfere with any audio file I play on my home computers. They can cause it to stop and rewind, to make sounds like a record being scratched, or simply to stop the playback. (The same audio file plays fine on other peoples' computers in other locations.) I have audio recording of this happening. They love to do this when I am playing my morning "Course in Miracles" lesson before my meditation. But it has stopped since I turned the wireless network off, and began using an ethernet (cabled) network only.
My perps infiltrate my work location and crouch above the ceiling tiles above my work space, and tap on the ceiling fixtures above any meeting room I am in. (Same tapping pattern every time, every meeting I attend. Two colleagues who routinely attend the same meetings have noticed the "odd tapping" but of course there is no way I could postulate what it really is!)
This did not start happening at work until after one evening when I accessed my corporate network via web mail over my home wireless network. I figure that was when they found their "tunnel" into our corporate LAN, thus, into my Outlook email, thus they know every meeting location where I am.
Brilliant fellers, huh? But they seem so frustrated that I realize exactly what they are doing, and simply have learned to ignore it. Which is really not that hard to do once you get over the sheer absurdity of the intimidation attempt. Because, let's get real, just how threatening can a perp be when he is crouching in the crawl space above your work cube?
Monday, July 28, 2008
The Usual Routines
The form my harassment takes has evolved as the perpetrators work incessantly to find the techniques that are most effective at pushing my buttons. The good news is, I have evolved as well, spiritually, so my ability to match their latest demonstration of "shock and awe" is more finely tuned.
It's quite the head fuck to be aware that a group of individuals you do not know, but realize have to be living almost under your nose, are working quite literally 24/7 to break you down. I cannot imagine the death toll from adult bullies worldwide; it would not surprise me if thousands of people have committed suicide because they could not deal with the cruel anonymous handiwork of perpetrators who never will be known or face justice.
For years, the harassment was mild -- nothing more than anonymous calling out of my name in public places. I lived in Washington, D.C., at that time, and usually would hear my name called out several times, by different sounding voices, while walking to and from the subway stations.
As is often the case with anonymous harassment, the victim thinks he or she is delusional. And I did think that for quite a while. But the fact that the name that was being called out was my "childhood" name, a name I had not used since adulthood back in my home town, told me something very real was afoot. My delusions wouldn't be THAT creative.
And on it progressed. There was a period where certain types of men I had fantasized about aloud while having sex with my partner would magically appear in my path almost every time I left my apartment building. It's a bizarre experience, because you immediately realize something is unusual. I will not go into details, but my sexual preferences were very specific about types of men I was into.
And for several months, they would be littering my path to the grocery store, leering at me and grabbing their crotches. My partner noticed right off the bat, but did not at the time believe it possible this was a set up.
For quite some time now, the harassment regimen has been "set." The strategy: ruin my sleep. The tactic: A sharp cracking noise wakes me up from a dead sleep many nights, usually at 3 am on the dot. My partner often will wake up with me as well.
If he gets up to take a piss, nothing more will happen and usually I will sleep through the night. However, should he quickly fall asleep, and I get up to piss, I can almost be assured what will transpire next.
Between two and five minutes after I come back to bed, I feel as if I'd downed an espresso. My heart begins to pound in my chest, and I can actually hear my heart beat inside my eardrums. The "neighbors" clearly have switched on some type of electromagnetic wave generator that causes this phenomenon, which my partner also has experienced several times.
(Some believe the perpetrators use the Lida Machine to create this effect on people. Who knows? All I know is, it is real. I meditate every day and am quite aware of my resting heart rate. It isn't even a question whether some piece of technology is causing this immediate heart rush in me...)
Often the palpitations coincide with slight tingly, itchy sensations at random spots on the body, something my partner also has experienced. But the perpetrators are very careful to flip the machines off when he is awake; apparently they somehow do not believe he really knows this is real.
The good news: most nights I can fall back asleep even with the heartbeat machine operating. The sleep may be light, and I usually can tell the next day that I did not sleep adequately, but at least they do not keep me up all night any longer.
Once again, the bottom line is the desire to fuck with my head. The first few times this happened, I was borderline suicidal. Nowadays, my spiritual walk has equipped me to remain alert, aware, in the moment, but not panicked or even angry. I work through the situation by repeating mantralike one or more sentences such as: "I am sustained by the love of God," or "God is here with me in this very room. He is holding my hand and no harm can come to me."
And lately, I have worked like a fiend to inculcate the notion that, despite their reprehensible behavior, the perpetrators nonetheless are holy, precious Children of God, as are we all. I MUST accept this as true, in fact. It is the cornerstone of the path I feel God is taking me down.
But I hope you can pardon me for having a hard time forgiving this kind of crap. It is a mighty struggle to not lapse into hatred.
It's quite the head fuck to be aware that a group of individuals you do not know, but realize have to be living almost under your nose, are working quite literally 24/7 to break you down. I cannot imagine the death toll from adult bullies worldwide; it would not surprise me if thousands of people have committed suicide because they could not deal with the cruel anonymous handiwork of perpetrators who never will be known or face justice.
For years, the harassment was mild -- nothing more than anonymous calling out of my name in public places. I lived in Washington, D.C., at that time, and usually would hear my name called out several times, by different sounding voices, while walking to and from the subway stations.
As is often the case with anonymous harassment, the victim thinks he or she is delusional. And I did think that for quite a while. But the fact that the name that was being called out was my "childhood" name, a name I had not used since adulthood back in my home town, told me something very real was afoot. My delusions wouldn't be THAT creative.
And on it progressed. There was a period where certain types of men I had fantasized about aloud while having sex with my partner would magically appear in my path almost every time I left my apartment building. It's a bizarre experience, because you immediately realize something is unusual. I will not go into details, but my sexual preferences were very specific about types of men I was into.
And for several months, they would be littering my path to the grocery store, leering at me and grabbing their crotches. My partner noticed right off the bat, but did not at the time believe it possible this was a set up.
For quite some time now, the harassment regimen has been "set." The strategy: ruin my sleep. The tactic: A sharp cracking noise wakes me up from a dead sleep many nights, usually at 3 am on the dot. My partner often will wake up with me as well.
If he gets up to take a piss, nothing more will happen and usually I will sleep through the night. However, should he quickly fall asleep, and I get up to piss, I can almost be assured what will transpire next.
Between two and five minutes after I come back to bed, I feel as if I'd downed an espresso. My heart begins to pound in my chest, and I can actually hear my heart beat inside my eardrums. The "neighbors" clearly have switched on some type of electromagnetic wave generator that causes this phenomenon, which my partner also has experienced several times.
(Some believe the perpetrators use the Lida Machine to create this effect on people. Who knows? All I know is, it is real. I meditate every day and am quite aware of my resting heart rate. It isn't even a question whether some piece of technology is causing this immediate heart rush in me...)
Often the palpitations coincide with slight tingly, itchy sensations at random spots on the body, something my partner also has experienced. But the perpetrators are very careful to flip the machines off when he is awake; apparently they somehow do not believe he really knows this is real.
The good news: most nights I can fall back asleep even with the heartbeat machine operating. The sleep may be light, and I usually can tell the next day that I did not sleep adequately, but at least they do not keep me up all night any longer.
Once again, the bottom line is the desire to fuck with my head. The first few times this happened, I was borderline suicidal. Nowadays, my spiritual walk has equipped me to remain alert, aware, in the moment, but not panicked or even angry. I work through the situation by repeating mantralike one or more sentences such as: "I am sustained by the love of God," or "God is here with me in this very room. He is holding my hand and no harm can come to me."
And lately, I have worked like a fiend to inculcate the notion that, despite their reprehensible behavior, the perpetrators nonetheless are holy, precious Children of God, as are we all. I MUST accept this as true, in fact. It is the cornerstone of the path I feel God is taking me down.
But I hope you can pardon me for having a hard time forgiving this kind of crap. It is a mighty struggle to not lapse into hatred.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Confiding in Others
When every day of your life is dominated by experiences with anonymous harassment, there is a constant desire and urge to tell others. And yet, this proposition is fraught with the peril that one will be dismissed, considered sick, or will be dismissed as "a tad odd."
Aware of these caveats, my partner and I nonetheless have carefully, and with much forethought and planning, told several close friends and confidants about being anonymously stalked and harassed, both verbally and electronically. Of course, we have told no one the full extent of this admittedly hard-to-comprehend scenario, but we relate what I think of as the "most likely to be understood" aspects of being stalked.
People we have told include:
1. Two close friends at my church
2. My partner's direct report and his supervisor
3. Two of my closest colleagues at work.
In each case, we have felt much trepidation launching these disclosures. But they all happened on the heels of a dramatic torturing activity that left me, quite frankly, suicidal. Folks closest to us knew we were dealing with something distressing and since my typical demeanor is calm, steady and optimistic, the people listed above were naturally curious about what was going on when my partner and I suddenly took off work so I could deal with this vicious attack and aftermath.
I don't say this without a lot of reflection, but in my opinion no one we have told does NOT believe us. Now, if I forthrightly explained a typical day in our lives, especially at the house where all manner of absurd bullshit is occurring almost every hour, our cred with these folks might be a big fat ZERO.
But I am thankful our story is out there, in limited, but judicious, fashion.
My deep hope and belief is that, one day in the next 20 years, this organized harassment will be exposed in a lawsuit by someone who manages to catch these motherfuckers at their perverse game. But until that time, the best we can do is:
1. Use this adversity as the most perfect opportunity ever given a person to deep dive spiritually, and to learn how one's integrity, perseverance, and humility can transform a nightmare into a true blessing and pathway for rapid personal growth. (I say this with all seriousness, as I have come to see nothing could have propelled me into the exciting, hopeful faith I now have in a Higher Power to help me literally transcend this hatred.
2. Describe our lives and our stories. Try to remain calm in the face of attacks and the various "freak out" tactics these sick people employ from time to time. But keep a detailed diary, and name names if you hear anyone's name being referred to during the harassment you hear. (My chief perps until recently have been Rick and Ron, and I delight in the possibility that one day I will find their names on a felons list.)
3. Consider your trials and tribulations in the context of the greater world of suffering and pain. I am alive, and I have joy and peace on a daily basis. I have learned that pressure cookers are where the diamonds emerge. And I am a diamond in the rough by now, on his way to pure brilliance. And a sad, pathetic collection of malevolent individuals must confront the fact that THAT has been their chief impact on this so called "Targeted Individual victim."
Aware of these caveats, my partner and I nonetheless have carefully, and with much forethought and planning, told several close friends and confidants about being anonymously stalked and harassed, both verbally and electronically. Of course, we have told no one the full extent of this admittedly hard-to-comprehend scenario, but we relate what I think of as the "most likely to be understood" aspects of being stalked.
People we have told include:
1. Two close friends at my church
2. My partner's direct report and his supervisor
3. Two of my closest colleagues at work.
In each case, we have felt much trepidation launching these disclosures. But they all happened on the heels of a dramatic torturing activity that left me, quite frankly, suicidal. Folks closest to us knew we were dealing with something distressing and since my typical demeanor is calm, steady and optimistic, the people listed above were naturally curious about what was going on when my partner and I suddenly took off work so I could deal with this vicious attack and aftermath.
I don't say this without a lot of reflection, but in my opinion no one we have told does NOT believe us. Now, if I forthrightly explained a typical day in our lives, especially at the house where all manner of absurd bullshit is occurring almost every hour, our cred with these folks might be a big fat ZERO.
But I am thankful our story is out there, in limited, but judicious, fashion.
My deep hope and belief is that, one day in the next 20 years, this organized harassment will be exposed in a lawsuit by someone who manages to catch these motherfuckers at their perverse game. But until that time, the best we can do is:
1. Use this adversity as the most perfect opportunity ever given a person to deep dive spiritually, and to learn how one's integrity, perseverance, and humility can transform a nightmare into a true blessing and pathway for rapid personal growth. (I say this with all seriousness, as I have come to see nothing could have propelled me into the exciting, hopeful faith I now have in a Higher Power to help me literally transcend this hatred.
2. Describe our lives and our stories. Try to remain calm in the face of attacks and the various "freak out" tactics these sick people employ from time to time. But keep a detailed diary, and name names if you hear anyone's name being referred to during the harassment you hear. (My chief perps until recently have been Rick and Ron, and I delight in the possibility that one day I will find their names on a felons list.)
3. Consider your trials and tribulations in the context of the greater world of suffering and pain. I am alive, and I have joy and peace on a daily basis. I have learned that pressure cookers are where the diamonds emerge. And I am a diamond in the rough by now, on his way to pure brilliance. And a sad, pathetic collection of malevolent individuals must confront the fact that THAT has been their chief impact on this so called "Targeted Individual victim."
Friday, June 13, 2008
Searching for Divine Help
I have turned to "A Course in Miracles" for spiritual guidance on handling the anonymous harassment my partner and I face. Its best known teacher, Marianne Williamson, has provided me with hope that God can turn this nightmare into a blessing for me and for the universe.
But my faith rests on a thin hope sometimes.
After two consecutive nights of being electronically zapped such that we could not sleep both nights, I began to doubt how this spiritual path could help me to overcome. This is an email I wrote Marianne (she is available by email as a member of her Miracle Matrix).
I will post a response if I get one.
Marianne:
I am a relatively new student of ACIM, and began committed, daily study and meditation after reading all of Marianne's books on one very exciting weekend. You could say I experienced a "pre-ACIM" miracle when God (whom I had given up on) decided to call me to him through the words of Marianne.
My motivation for investigating Marianne's teachings is quite bizarre and likely will be difficult for you to believe. My partner and I are aggressively, yet anonymously, stalked and harrassed 24/7.
Through the use of little-known, and yet publicly documented, technology pioneered for use by the military and secret service agencies as psychological operations weaponry, we are surveilled in our house and subject to various inexplicable electronically induced phenomena. Also, various mind-game tricks are played on us whenever we are in public.
This is the place where you might suggest a shrink. But let me assure you, I am in the care of a wonderful psychiatrist, whose early suspicions of delusional psychosis quickly gave way to a surprising, unreserved affirmation that what I am reporting to him must be real.
The purpose of the harassment seems to be to cause us to think we are insane, or to commit suicide because we can never escape the harassment. (Having our names called out but not being able to see the perpetrator, or being subjected to some type of electromagnetic wave from an adjacent rental home at night, so that we cannot sleep and feel queasy, etc.)
Why this is happening, we have no idea. This phenomenon, called "gang stalking," is reported by thousands of people worldwide. Google the terms "gang stalking," or "electronic harassment," and you will be opened up to a silent Holocaust of sorts. Women of Greenham Common, England, who protested U.S. bases in the 1970s, were subjected to a large-scale harassment of this type. (http://www.geocities.com/adrian9999999999/greenham.htm) Author Gloria Naylor ("Brewster Place") is a victim as well, and documented her experience in the book, "1996."
We are often dismissed as crazy, and some of these activities do indeed cause victims to become wildly paranoid. But these are simply effects of a very real, and yet almost unprovable, malicious cause.
I am writing Marianne for help in dealing with this situation by application of ACIM principles. I thank God that the principles of ACIM were shown me so that I could endure this nightmare.
My obstacle is this: As you can imagine, it is quite a stretch to practice offering forgiveness, and bearing no grievances, against the cruel, pathological renegades who have turned our house into a torture chamber for their amusement.
I therefore am quite blocked in being able to incorporate ideas such as "My attack thoughts against my harassers is keeping me in Hell." Or that "Forgiving my harassers is the only way I can be saved."
To me, their despicable, inhumane behavior toward us IS Hell. How does one stare true evil in the face and offer forgiveness, Marianne? I'm not speaking about hurt feelings in a relationship -- I am describing anonymous sick humans who want us dead!
And yet, the Holy Spirit is telling me He/She has brought me to the only place where my safety and survival are assured. So I am hopeful, but young in understanding, and feel like: "God, I believe; help thou my unbelief."
Marianne, it seems too much of a stretch for a mortal like me to view my attackers as holy, even as I see myself as holy. Theoretically, I can grasp that they are perfect examples of the Son of God in prison. But this is not theory, it is real, and painful.
I feel like I have been handed one of the more enormous leaps of faith to attempt, and although I know the Holy Spirit is the helper, I have not been able to see how this could possibly work.
My prayer is that someone as astute in matters of the spirit as you will see that this phenomenon is truly real, and there are Sons of God who live with this terror every day. Since God always has us in the only place and time we should be in, how can this be? How can I understand?
Yours in gratefulness for what has been learned so far...
But my faith rests on a thin hope sometimes.
After two consecutive nights of being electronically zapped such that we could not sleep both nights, I began to doubt how this spiritual path could help me to overcome. This is an email I wrote Marianne (she is available by email as a member of her Miracle Matrix).
I will post a response if I get one.
Marianne:
I am a relatively new student of ACIM, and began committed, daily study and meditation after reading all of Marianne's books on one very exciting weekend. You could say I experienced a "pre-ACIM" miracle when God (whom I had given up on) decided to call me to him through the words of Marianne.
My motivation for investigating Marianne's teachings is quite bizarre and likely will be difficult for you to believe. My partner and I are aggressively, yet anonymously, stalked and harrassed 24/7.
Through the use of little-known, and yet publicly documented, technology pioneered for use by the military and secret service agencies as psychological operations weaponry, we are surveilled in our house and subject to various inexplicable electronically induced phenomena. Also, various mind-game tricks are played on us whenever we are in public.
This is the place where you might suggest a shrink. But let me assure you, I am in the care of a wonderful psychiatrist, whose early suspicions of delusional psychosis quickly gave way to a surprising, unreserved affirmation that what I am reporting to him must be real.
The purpose of the harassment seems to be to cause us to think we are insane, or to commit suicide because we can never escape the harassment. (Having our names called out but not being able to see the perpetrator, or being subjected to some type of electromagnetic wave from an adjacent rental home at night, so that we cannot sleep and feel queasy, etc.)
Why this is happening, we have no idea. This phenomenon, called "gang stalking," is reported by thousands of people worldwide. Google the terms "gang stalking," or "electronic harassment," and you will be opened up to a silent Holocaust of sorts. Women of Greenham Common, England, who protested U.S. bases in the 1970s, were subjected to a large-scale harassment of this type. (http://www.geocities.com/adrian9999999999/greenham.htm) Author Gloria Naylor ("Brewster Place") is a victim as well, and documented her experience in the book, "1996."
We are often dismissed as crazy, and some of these activities do indeed cause victims to become wildly paranoid. But these are simply effects of a very real, and yet almost unprovable, malicious cause.
I am writing Marianne for help in dealing with this situation by application of ACIM principles. I thank God that the principles of ACIM were shown me so that I could endure this nightmare.
My obstacle is this: As you can imagine, it is quite a stretch to practice offering forgiveness, and bearing no grievances, against the cruel, pathological renegades who have turned our house into a torture chamber for their amusement.
I therefore am quite blocked in being able to incorporate ideas such as "My attack thoughts against my harassers is keeping me in Hell." Or that "Forgiving my harassers is the only way I can be saved."
To me, their despicable, inhumane behavior toward us IS Hell. How does one stare true evil in the face and offer forgiveness, Marianne? I'm not speaking about hurt feelings in a relationship -- I am describing anonymous sick humans who want us dead!
And yet, the Holy Spirit is telling me He/She has brought me to the only place where my safety and survival are assured. So I am hopeful, but young in understanding, and feel like: "God, I believe; help thou my unbelief."
Marianne, it seems too much of a stretch for a mortal like me to view my attackers as holy, even as I see myself as holy. Theoretically, I can grasp that they are perfect examples of the Son of God in prison. But this is not theory, it is real, and painful.
I feel like I have been handed one of the more enormous leaps of faith to attempt, and although I know the Holy Spirit is the helper, I have not been able to see how this could possibly work.
My prayer is that someone as astute in matters of the spirit as you will see that this phenomenon is truly real, and there are Sons of God who live with this terror every day. Since God always has us in the only place and time we should be in, how can this be? How can I understand?
Yours in gratefulness for what has been learned so far...
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
These Perps Have a Name
For almost the entire time I have known that I am under surveillance and being harassed anonymously, I also have known the name of my main harassers. (True modern-day Hitlers, as you will come to understand reading this blog.) The Chief Perpetrator is named Ron, and his technical go-to boy is named Rick.
How do I know this? Because I hear them calling to each other pretty much every hour of my waking life. Sounds weird, I know, but it's true. The surveillance operation likely is built on a communication system that uses laser technology to eavesdrop on us, and sonar technology to broadcast voices to me. I can't figure out whether this happens through a sound projection device (like the Audio Spotlight) or through what the U.S. military has developed and calls "voice to skull."
Both sound like something out of a Martian movie, and thus people who are harassed with these technologies seldom are taken seriously. But they exist (click the links above to check them out), and they are most likely used on innocent people all over the world. I have come to understand that they are used on me, after years of thinking maybe I was crazy.
How does this relate to my Sunshine Boys Rick and Ron? At times, I can hear them talking to each other -- obviously via some type of network that I am able to hear somehow. I don't usually hear their conversations, which are too muffled to understand. But I clearly hear their calls to each other.
A typical scenario involves Ron barking out a "Rick," which often is followed within seconds by a ping on my TV set, or the sound of Rick's voice calling out my name near a window. Clearly these tricksters have bugged the ventilation shafts of the house, because Rick's voice often can be heard calling out my name from right around the vents.
After all these years of experiencing this, it rates as a minor hassle and in some ways an absurd joke. The idea that these two goons would think that I am still perplexed, or freaked out, by their voice trickery, is amusing. But it is their primary method of ensuring hourly harassment of me--and of building up their tenuous macho self-esteem by fucking with innocent people--so the practice persists.
How do I know this? Because I hear them calling to each other pretty much every hour of my waking life. Sounds weird, I know, but it's true. The surveillance operation likely is built on a communication system that uses laser technology to eavesdrop on us, and sonar technology to broadcast voices to me. I can't figure out whether this happens through a sound projection device (like the Audio Spotlight) or through what the U.S. military has developed and calls "voice to skull."
Both sound like something out of a Martian movie, and thus people who are harassed with these technologies seldom are taken seriously. But they exist (click the links above to check them out), and they are most likely used on innocent people all over the world. I have come to understand that they are used on me, after years of thinking maybe I was crazy.
How does this relate to my Sunshine Boys Rick and Ron? At times, I can hear them talking to each other -- obviously via some type of network that I am able to hear somehow. I don't usually hear their conversations, which are too muffled to understand. But I clearly hear their calls to each other.
A typical scenario involves Ron barking out a "Rick," which often is followed within seconds by a ping on my TV set, or the sound of Rick's voice calling out my name near a window. Clearly these tricksters have bugged the ventilation shafts of the house, because Rick's voice often can be heard calling out my name from right around the vents.
After all these years of experiencing this, it rates as a minor hassle and in some ways an absurd joke. The idea that these two goons would think that I am still perplexed, or freaked out, by their voice trickery, is amusing. But it is their primary method of ensuring hourly harassment of me--and of building up their tenuous macho self-esteem by fucking with innocent people--so the practice persists.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
What're the Odds?
At a busy local bookstore near your home, you wander over to the periodicals section and begin browsing amidst a cluster of other shoppers. Standing near the end of one aisle, thumbing through a mag, you overhear a Hispanic male talking low (ostensibly into a cell phone). He says:
“Are you going to fly out to DC now for Ryan’s surgery, or are you going to wait until Laura comes home?”
You’re instantly overcome with a cold chill and your entire body feels paralyzed. The cell phone talker is repeating almost verbatim a conversation you had with your partner around 10 pm last night.
After a few seconds, you round the corner of the aisle, and spot four people, but no one appears to be talking on a cell phone. And you are less than five feet from the door of the store.
You imagine that one of the persons you see could have been having that conversation, but of course you do not know anything for sure. And because of your proximity to the door, you have no idea who has just entered or who has left.
You do know, however, that your conversations are being eavesdropped upon. And they chose a nifty way to make sure you knew.
“Are you going to fly out to DC now for Ryan’s surgery, or are you going to wait until Laura comes home?”
You’re instantly overcome with a cold chill and your entire body feels paralyzed. The cell phone talker is repeating almost verbatim a conversation you had with your partner around 10 pm last night.
After a few seconds, you round the corner of the aisle, and spot four people, but no one appears to be talking on a cell phone. And you are less than five feet from the door of the store.
You imagine that one of the persons you see could have been having that conversation, but of course you do not know anything for sure. And because of your proximity to the door, you have no idea who has just entered or who has left.
You do know, however, that your conversations are being eavesdropped upon. And they chose a nifty way to make sure you knew.
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