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Reporter’s Note 82: Nighttime PEPs and ELFs, Sleep-Depriving, Electronic Dreams, Heart Congestion & Early Morning Engine Revvings & Black Pickup Fly-Bys

Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | Sunday May 25, 2025, 9:21 am

Private Print Logs, May 25, 2025

8:35 am: If I weren’t sitting awkwardly with my Sound Shield over my chest I might have been blasted to Infinity just now–sharp hits from the Mergel/Chen shed sides. I am facing the Chen house, sitting on the side-back of my bed, which was weirdly attacked early this morning with the kind of probing PEP and ELF attacks I have reported earlier. Those earlier hits were sort of earthquake-inducing, this last night or early today were more Stealth and seemed to both be rocking the bed silently from two directions in a cross and doing some kind of twirling round-bomb kind of maneuver, a little to the left of where I lay. I wondered if the Finale was to come and was not sure what to do, being mostly still half-asleep. I think I fell asleep for there was a strange Dream and Barack Obama was in it, speaking earnestly to a group of Community moms and such in my front garden. We appeared to be in Cape Cod with a window open and a white curtain billowing. It became dark. I was inside, spying. Apparently my sister had arranged the colloquim ongoing here. I cannot believe I have forgotten the conversation. Barack was speaking and he went on and on. He pretended not to notice my showing up at that window from time to time, listening. He wasn’t speaking about War or his part in it. Apparently it was some kind of Public Relations moment. He was trying to repair his reputation. If I think about what part he has played in this Non Lethal Weapons mess, I think it was before him, the starting of it, the starting of their assault wholesale on the entire American population and world population. But he has Presided over many Wars. Before I slept I had watched a little more of “North Star” and seen the Luftwaffe bombing at the Soviet border in 1941–it is and was terrifying. Eventually I gathered up my courage, and pretending to be the hostess I wasn’t I went out and offered them a lamp or something to drink. They disbanded and broke up the conversation. Barack came into the house with me and I apologized, saying if it were up to me I would have ensured they weren’t sitting in the front but the back garden. He seemed disturbed and said nothing much but perhaps something like “How could you” as if I should know his life was in danger. He was also massaging the back of my neck perhaps in a friendly fashion. I hardly know why. Did the Mazzeos or that truck or car I heard zooming away shortly after concoct this crazy dream? Am I supposed to worry about Barack Obama’s Life and Health now? He was a War President, like they all have been. I wrote to him once. Before he assumed that mantle, before his first Inauguration. Maybe the CIA should find that letter and give it to him again. I asked him to please stop the Israeli bombing of Gaza. He didn’t, no one did. Israel is like some kind of international set-up for constant crime. That was in 2008. I have written earlier about Israel. Now they have sent a contingent to park next to me, pointing NLWs extra-lethally at me in my own home and neighborhood. A writer, college faculty and journalist, attacked by local police and Boston FBI for a “Seriously Mentally Ill” Label so my body and brain can be blasted to bits, privately, through-wall. Barack Obama runs a Foundation now. He shouldn’t side with the Terrorists. He should break away, he should speak as he knows how. He should do something. There is ample opportunity for each of us in our own lives to roll back and undo any harm we have done–this is why we are given long lives, minds, consciousness. Electronic dreams are run I think with intent. The Mazzeos did it and their thought is I should start obsessing about past Presidents? I don’t really know what their thinking is. Or if they have any. But they were able to access my brain again last night, which annoys me. I need to find a diff combo of metal and rubber to sleep on. “Just rubber” advises a circle opster–projected sound, Mazzeo shed. No, says the Cavitation Radar Holosound at the belly. I need both for they blast-hit from underneath. 

8:56 am: A light plane, high drone, coming by again–sound and mumbling projected and amplified over the engine. 

8:56 am: They send dreams through the back of your head–I need to research brain dream centers now. And look at The Matrix Deciphered again. Robert Duncan is obviously working for them, but in a clever, insidious way, so journos like me initially welcome him onto our shows and invite him to our conferences. Then he drops us, and we know who he really is. [He’s probably not in Idaho but in Cambridge.] And all those who relayed the Lie Lie Lie of him supposedly being “felled by a DEW” are revealing who they are and how complicit. They’re all CIA and the CIA is worldwide and nationwide. 

9:04 am: They’re buzzing me on the back of my neck, subtly, so I am moving. 

9:05 am: Subtle jerkshocks is what they’ve been giving me, right on the top of my head and at the top of my neck, including yesterday evening and night when I was writing, and trying to finish the article. They’ve gotten quieter and quieter but they are in that attic now and RF-blasting right on top of my head with the least oppur. I have been obliged to stick thin rubber under a barrette on my head to stop their access of the RF/Neurostim like thing clearly pinced in there by unscrupulous neuroscientists. Without consent. I have no Future, they want to tell me, as they jerkshock me over and over when I am still, and reading or writing. Continuous drone and plane flyovers and parked police drones to find the exact GPS spot of that BCI so they can access it–for accessing metal in MY HEAD is somehow their eternal business. They need to sit next door and run Kibbutz til infinity so MY BRAIN can be taken down, over and over, until it NO LONGER EXISTS. Quiet Neuroweapon Crime, and they’re not budging. 

9:10 am: RF on left brain again. 

9:10 am: When I was downstairs making coffee and later behind in the back yard putting the last of the wild finch food in the yellow and black finch feeder (they sell them in those colors, for now we’re all supposed to cravenly worship only 2 things in our lives: Police, and Military), I heard the revving and roaring on Squantum as if it were Military Maneuvers out there, crazy accelerations and blastings. Inside I learned it must have been 7:33 am. [So it was Luciferian.]

9:14 am: Another crazy droning plane near backyard and a hit on the glass of a back window–they don’t like my moving. [I am getting ready to Dance again today.]

9:15 am: At 7:41 am I witnessed the half Black pickup with the antenna blasting down Pine as if conveying a message. “We are here now and not leaving”? or, Hello, this is what CIA/Special Ops looks like? It is mysterious, but the street is filled with cars and SUVs. “Best of luck” say the prinksters, holosounding quickly. They like to scare you with prinking–shouting Words and Phrases, in hopes of stealing your memory; these are Brain Stealing and Memory Stealing Operations designed by psychologists who have had a lot of time lying about thinking and reading and developing their treachery, Not to mention learning from and running their own mk-ultra on millions of “highly educated” patients. They like us Educated so they can steal our Education and congratulate themselves for it. 

9:27 am: “It’s all Lime Neon now and there’s not a thing you can do about it.” Don’t be too sure, Blue-eyed boys and girls. Some of us have a Steady Gaze and we won’t stop Looking.

9:28 am: Another singing drone plane approaches.

9:29 am: The street was filled with colored cars and SUVs. Burnt-orange SUV at the blue house and a new shark grey car on the hill with a white one in front of it. Parked illegally, the wrong way. But the Police next door have surely demo’d Illegal Parking quite well, the 3 years they have been here. Blondie’s clan arrived in 2021. She was an older one who came first. I suspect interchanging with the better-dressed one who did the Yelling Entrapment and Calling of the Keeper of Records and Inspector of Divisions at Sea Street on April 13, 2022. I have figured out the Abduction of the Family–mine–was conducted on April 15, 2022–they refused to answer my FOIA-query for that date and stayed silent for they must have called the Boston FBI and BRIC then, with shark-grey no doubt, and moved Paul and Sophie out themselves, that very day. [I am hearing witchy walking sounds from the Mazzeos in or near their shed, 9:33 am.] When I returned from Carney that morning of April 19, 2022 after the seeming-Paul picked me up at the Carney lobby–beckoning me over rudely from behind the lines at the front desk from my seat, quietly waiting on an ottoman perhaps, with my red bag as if at an airport–and then had a fight with me in the car coming home, wanting to open the door and kick me out when I mentioned the word “divorce” [I will tell all one day in a Memoir no doubt, in my No-Future ramblings], the house smelled stale as if no window had been opened or as if mold had been sprayed in through the vents–this last a supposition I come to only later, having now experienced it–as if no one had been in the house those past few days. I suspect now no one was. QPD has come to my house on April 15 and hung out for over an hour. I will have to publish this information. They moved Paul and Sophie out, then ran their Spouse-Impersonation Fraud with Paul-clones and non-clones and Sophie-clones and near-clones for 2 years, almost 2.5 from that moment. So, Police and FBI can help the CIA in this way is it? While I am eternally scapegoated and gaslighted? SMI is a Delusion: Every cop, every cop agency, and every DMH running this lie WILL be rooted out. 9:42 am.

9:44 am: You WILL be known for your crimes. 

12:03 pm: Extreme heart congestion I cannot shield from. Sitting on bed. Car door from the street just slammed as I posted the major major disclosure of the computer-modeling the criminals are doing on our bodies and made a note below it. Are they trying to induce a heart attack now? My brain is well shielded currently but my heart cannot be fully protected. The End may come any minute now.

Here’s the document: Defense AT & L Magazine

Blasthit on a chair nearby from a “NON LETHAL WEAPON”? 12:16 pm.

I was also accessed UNDER MY ARM from the criminals in front, thinking they can send non lethal hits through wall at my underarm and left ribcage–these are CRAMP weapons and HEMI weapons, the QDC man probably is out there, operating “COMMUNITY CORRECTIONS” on my Privat e left arm, underarm, and left rib cage: Laws of War, Laws of Peace, and Leal-Review-approved, all of this? I THINK NOT. 12:18 pm.

Right after I ran out this morning and did some speed gardening, removing some of the new wild cherries popping up all over the place after rain, then was in the garden in the back doing small things, one at a time, the QDC-QPD lot who are parked once more in front of our house threw out a kid to run Basketball stunts in their driveway, then a few others, all beginning to shout and do wild kid things. I ignored them, but I found it significant that they are still doing exactly this, using their kids and foster kids as human shields and bully boys and bait boys while I am outside or downstairs. PD is PD it seems. [plausible deniability). Does the lady owning the blue SUV and seemingly living in the Murphy mansion believe it is important to park that boat well away from her house and just outside mine (so she can get some exercise trying to get into it)? They are running Threat and Intimidation hostilities while using deathly weapons of Muscle-Incapacitation on me. Don’t they have Criminals to catch? {Must be slow, in Crime World Manufacturing.]

HEMI weapons have been used on me on and on several times the last few months–they have different ranges and kinds. They wait till you are twisting or turning to get something, then they strike: what kind of behavior is that? Military? Or Demon-Like? They must be being tutored by DEMONS. 12:27 pm.

The effect by the way is not a Human effect, it is a f*ing DEMON effect–they CRAMP you while you are TURNING–your entire set of muscles there go into spasm/convulsion/freezing–it is horrible and you almost DIE. Just happened to me a few minutes ago. 12:28 pm.

These are weapons PERMITTED FOR USE on our streets and on our bodies. This is why this matter affects EVERYONE. Our kids are in danger because the Police want to hold on to Demon Weapons to be used through-wall forever, and so does the Military. 12:32 pm.

Crewed aircraft back and higher but droning closer. 12:36 pm. I am using shielding on both sides and back and front of my chest. The chief GUNNERS are in the Mazzeo shed, Mergel and Chen sheds and Starsiak tenant cars on street and house. 12:37 pm.

Crazed shouting “Luna Luna Luna” from next door. The new Mazzeo woman appears older and harder, brittle in voice, like someone running Psy Ops on the populace. A dog heard shouting. 12:41 pm.

This link was removed and I had to spend some time trying to find it again–the Document at Defense AT & L magazine which is now called Defense Acquisition. https://apps.dtic.mil/sti/pdfs/AD1015792.pdf. 12:50 pm. 

The Shedmen are removing things in real time to run StratPer on me. As well as DelayOps. Their jerkshocks are I think DisruptOps: DisruptBRAINOps. These people are UNETHICAL and these weapons are going to be DROWNED shortly. 12:52 pm. 

StratPer is STRATEGIC PERCEPTION MANAGEMENT. A CIA ARMY PSY OPS PRODUCTION. 

Another drone or plane came by from behind. 12:52 pm. 

Be as insane and aggressive and Masculine as you like, develop CRIMINAL weaponry you then use CRIMINALLY on our bodies, then pretend NLW is some kind of noble invention for the “peacekeeping” of the world. No. These are FORCE Enforcement operations, and the only DETERRENCE they are achieving is the EMASCULATION Of Journalism, Activism, Free Thinking, Free Speech, and Whistleblowing. The world has become a WRECK thanks to these weapons and their usage on all of us. 12:55 pm.

2:41 pm: Just back up after a shower and a strawberry smoothie. Downstairs at the sink two not one plane/s seemed to drive right up overhead after voices were heard by the Chen garden basement. Later fusion center trucks were witnessed pounding down Pine after a small black and white convertible went up the hill. Clearly some frenzy is taking place there as I come down the runway here, almost done with the article which reveals a few things the locals have no desire for anyone to be hearing. Just happened, around 2:30 pm.

2:44 pm: I am back to heart shielding and sitting quietly. Doves are pecking at corn on the deck and guarding the finch feeder, one seen half-sleeping right next to it. I have still not done my Dancing for the day nor finished cleaning up the sink or the carpet in the Den. I am thinking 10 minute Walking might be better, I might actually do it. 

5:31 pm: I must report a very loud scissoring kind of plane just flew overhead and my entire pc was knocked out. Luckily Samsung or Windows 11 brought it back. It was 5:26 pm and I was looking at the Non Lethal Weapons Reference Book published in December 2011. I have no idea when they put this online but it is MAJOR DISCLOSURE. It shows what the Military is doing and how they did it. I need to read through this thing carefully. Just prior I was looking at some of the Special Operations Command documents and they have published openly that they are engaging in major eventing with Private Sector and simply building on their past experiments, quarter to quarter. Many secrets there but they have some significant website info out there now as they apparently work hard to tell us exactly who they are. I am reporting the thin edge of info out there now and I am quite amazed at the amount available all of a sudden. Pleasantly I mean. The lawnmower faction nearby seem concerned however. And I did see Blondie–one of them–in a red jacket this afternoon as I looked for my Wee Grocery send–a very special one with peanut wafers and soan papdi and veggie cutlets, some of which I have now consumed. I did put warm water out for the doves before I opened anything, they looked peaky. It is cold and damp out there still–I wonder where they keep the Weather Modifiers and if we had Real Sleuths out there they would have found them by now and dismantled them. Considering there are tornadoes in Kentucky and Missouri it seems the Manic Faction is still doing crazed things with the weather. I would like to find the Weather Mod Machine documents–perhaps some of the Special Opsters can put them out there for us to find at least. 5:39 pm

5:39 pm: Crazed powersaw whining from Chinese man behind (he wants Communism) and stepping in witchy ways from resident Mazzeo behind–they like Numbers. Their message seems to be: For God’s sake, we can’t get the back of her head yet! 5:41 pm.

5:46 pm: “RF Heating” is what they call it, apparently. A quiet, nonlethal kind of labeling for an Intense, Horrific attack on skin, back, neck, with both implanted sprayshot nanotechnology–poisonous–and high intensity microwave and millimeter wave radiation with extreme consequences for your health and well-being. Stress levels rise, bodily suffering. Might be a Mazzeo going mad with a lawnmower–but more likely the Chinese man weedwhacking or powersawing–he wants No-one to be Thinking in his vicinity, and the City lets him behave like this. 5:49 pm. Not one of the neigboring planted mercs will stop him for they have to take turns doing the same. 5:49 pm. Sharp hit on shielding on top of my head as I wrote that. 5:50 pm.

I heard a rumbling sound just now as if planes were breaking mach barriers or stepping down for a looksee, large spy planes–6:08 pm. The manic whacker man has moved to the side or front of that house on Norfolk, less obnoxious here. I was noting that the 2025 RFI for Technical Experimentation at the SOCOM website featuring Human-Machine Teams was mentioning human subject experimentation and radiating technologies which need FCC frequency permissions. 6:09 pm.

The high loud extreme-decibel Noise Assault which has stopped now lets everyone know what assholes we are dealing with here. The silence accentuates the loudness and Criminality of the Noise Harassment–to all: young old, babies–which just occurred here. So this is Koch’s Quincy? It needs to be Halted, the whole of his Criminal Enterprise. 6:18 pm. Yes it has only recently come home to me that the fact that these weapons–including NOISE WEAPONS like that–are still being directed at me and destroying my life wholesale and everyone else’s lives nearby as well can be laid to this man’s door, a Fuhrer who has reigned for 18 years and permitted both Military and Police mayhem. A personal vendetta he has lodged against me, and against every living soul in Quincy who is being hit with these weapons–inside their homes. 6:20 pm.

Luftwaffe approaches. 6:20 pm. [Plane–stays distant, thankfully.]

6:23 pm: Plane flyby, with DARPA Holosound projections over engines “You have no idea who is doing this”. No, I have a fair idea. I’ve been publishing it. 

Small planes, incessantly flying by. From Milton or Quincy airfield? I have to check these things. 6:24 pm.

A dove is cooing, to soothe the troubled silence. On Sunday evening, a quiet damp cloudy evening and the criminals come here with those loud Noise Weapons. We are all unsettled, at such crime. 6:25 pm I

I think it may have been landscapers, the kind I saw at the Morans the other day, when I was heart-hit, middle of the day and week, reported. 6:26 pm.

The doves are here cooing because it is their evening habit. It is gentle and soothing to all who hear it. No one should be coming by at this time attacking the quiet in this fashion. Lawnmowers generally don’t make this kind of noise–only the kind Joe Murphy used for 10 years, trumpet-blasting everyone’s ears to death–and this man, who thought he could come up to a fence line and blast in that fashion to disrupt my work or anyone else’s. Those who want to hang around here noise-harassing and using weapons on other’s backs and necks and faces and bodies need to leave. 6:36 pm.

Helicopter overhead at 7:55 pm ignoring PRIVATE AIRSPACE! Came up very fast as if needing to hit that time mark.

At 7:44 I recall some kids let loose some horrid squalls. I suspect it is the Demon Brigade trying to grab the Time for themselves: Undoable. 7:56 pm.

I must just write my One-Act Plays soon, they seem to want to tear out into the open, yelling! 7:57 pm. 

8:08 pm: Helicopter again overhead or maybe this one was the small plane scissoring–the words “counter personnel anti personnel” voiced in Machine Intel over the engines. 

8:09 pm: Crying children, v loud.