Point to the Target … and the Side View

Target Practice

It was the Millennium and forty years of my life had passed; I knew the future remain unscripted. Things were good. Most importantly, my family was happy and in good health. That was then.

Fast forward, now it is September 1, 2024 and I continue to be stalked. Vehicles, traveling in platoon like stances are a most common occurrence; some wait on side streets, some with headlights off or, more telling, some with one headlight on; some are in front me, many are behind me. Always. Inevitably, I pull off to the shoulder to let a group pass. I watch each car pass and confirm what I already know. White haired, seemingly middle aged; young with children; or just outright young drivers and passengers. Scripted, as the cars pass me, they roar, they speed, they shine with newness or show they have seen a lot of life. I lean back, catch my breath and as always, ask myself “How do I fit into this?”

With over sixty years under my belt, with pride I can say I am a mom, a wife, an urban planner, and a professional volunteer. I am fortunate to have seen my grandparents become great-grandparents. About 10 years ago, my mother and father passed quickly when it was their time.

It is September 1, 2024 and my head is aching. My body is warm. My mind is racing trying to slow my thoughts on how I am going to approach tomorrow.

Today, the platoon included a senator, two police cars, numerous trucks, sports cars and those with bike racks and kayaks.

Like everyone, I have searched the internet looking for others’ experience of similar events. Can anyone relate to always having a conversation with a family member which mirrors their own life day-to-day, especially when trendsetting has never been something ever alluded to? How does that happen?

Several sites include terms such as targeted individuals, gang stalking, group stalking, role players and mind control This is when I realized I needed to step back; I need to connect my own dots and dashes; I need to bring what I have observed and what I have felt to a beginning, a starting point.

I want to share the details of my journey but firstly will begin with the present. There are so many details to describe in a day so it seems best to highlight the most unique and difficult to understand events.

I live year-round on Cape Cod where, other than mostly local roads, travel is limited to a few highways that traverse it. Traveling my usual route to my storage facility, platoons of cards behind and in front of me, all evenly distanced from one another, accompany me. At a traffic circle, I pass the sign for Joint Base Cape Cod and accelerate onto Route 151 towards the bridges that lead off Cape. The platoons pass to my right as I wait in the shoulder for the first of several major groups to pass. Accelerating back onto the highway, I’m now behind a very unique looking blue Tesla, that catches my eye. It is near the end of a platoon of cars, Senator 1. If you could not picture me before, I hope you can picture me now. I situate my car behind the blue Tesla. Click. A picture! After so much time, it is still an adrenaline rush when something is so far from anything I would expect. They speed, I speed. They change lanes, I hang back and watch. As we neatly travel to my exit, I flash my brights. I am not exactly sure what I was saying. Do you think this is odd?

Now I am home replaying my day trying to find a moment with a glimmer of hope. I pull the drawer to the bathroom vanity to grab my things to ready myself for the evening. Saw dust sprinkles up. I rub my eyes seeing four new holes drilled above and below the handle inside the drawer. Yet again, an invisibility of things that happen in my home when I am not there. I close my eyes, deeply breathing and ask for this journey to end. I remind myself it has to end. Behavioral torture just cannot go on forever.

This is just the beginning, there is more of the story to come …..

The Side View

The end of summer may be a good time for reflection or better yet, the start of something new, like this column. But while this may be the start, it is most certainly not the beginning. For today, we’ll reflect but in days and weeks to come, looking back will become more important; looking forward will be our chance for normalcy, looking close may be our hope for freedom. The Side View is just that, an indirect look at casualty, an off-target (or better yet, side-target) perspective, and a collateral recipient of attack. All points of view, from a front row seat, to the life of a individual being targeted for a reason that is not known (more on that in a moment). Let me assure you, this is serious, not farcical; concerning, not fantastical; and help-seeking, not attention grabbing.

This life is hell, tortured, ruined. The Side View is no different, the effect is damaging, destructive and all-encompassing. Attacks have the effect equivalent to a hurricane; anything in its path has havoc wreaked upon it. You don’t need to be a target to suffer: daily torture, non-stop interference, and consequential damage.

So, there you have it; being a person targeted is as bad as it gets. Hence a targeted individual suffers endlessly and everyone around feels the brute force as if they were targeted themselves. Since today is Day 1 (for this column), let’s take a look at today … from the side view.

Today starts out like every other day, from where I sit – in the side view. It starts off bad, gets worse, has no break or pause, and pales in comparison to what the targeted individual suffers from. Let’s see, the morning is over before it begins (since a targeted person’s sleep cycle is mostly not-normal for obvious reasons). It takes no time for the assault to begin, it comes with a vengeance and so is the reaction, often aimed at me, the side view (a/k/a the spouse).

For the most part, the attack is invisible, or perhaps indistinguishable; the reaction is not, however. Whether by sound waves, light waves or the seemingly super natural, the effect is clear, continuous and unstoppable. Relief doesn’t come easily, if at all, leaving “why me” on the table every time.

In case you’re wondering, the side view is a lonely place …. no support, and no answers. Of course there are no answers, otherwise it would have stopped years ago, literally. But now, years in, having no answers is a daily curse, a vicious cycle, one that offers no release, no relief, and no good response.

So we go through the day today like the others, in an attack-parry mode (if only our fencing were so good!).

We take a drive, do an errand, try to escape but generally to no avail. They’re with us, the stalkers, in one way or another. We’re never really alone and it feels like that every day. But, we try to help, to support, to distract, to strategize, mostly to no good outcome.

So today brings, as I said, a new opportunity, an outlet, a chance. Maybe there are others who will read this and know. They can relate and they can share, in a strength-in-numbers kind of way.

But let’s not lose sight, this is not story-telling; it’s an outcry, a plea, a desperate attempt for help and solace.

If this resonates or not, please stay here. There’s a story to tell and more will be told tomorrow or the next day and the day after and so on. As the saying goes, Rome wasn’t built in a day and so to this …. it’s been years in the making, mostly unknown to us, and now we’ve got to get it out, to help others and help ourselves.

To be continued …..