Gang Stalkers
Don't Need to Know Everything
Your Stalkers don't need to know your every move. And they don't have the right to your personal thoughts or musings. The reason I am writing this is because back when I first started my website - I wrote about it all. I shared everything. Every pain, burn, headache and loss of human companionship and understanding. I lost friends. Co-workers and more. I wanted someone - anyone to listen and help me. But that is not what happened.
Still, the more I learned about gang stalking through my own experience, the more I kept sharing those experiences with my readers. I did this over and over again for the 9 years I have been stalked - that was until about 6 months ago.
It was at that point in time that I began having difficulty expressing thought. Maybe my gang stalkers had thwacked me in the head one too many times with energy and microwaves. Nonetheless, I had gotten to a point where I could no longer put what was happening to me into words. I seemed to be losing my mental edge and also my focus.
So, you will notice on my website that there is less writing and also months that have gone by without me writing down what was happening to me.
That is the thing about awareness though - it evolves. Maybe the lull in my writing had to do with the fact that I just didn't care what my neighbors did to me anymore or just maybe I wasn't that concerned. I had somehow reached a point where I was living with the hell and I was adjusting to this new way of life.
I am guessing that sometimes understanding and awareness hits us in the head like a ton of bricks. And sometimes we just need quiet to think things out.
And then one day when I wasn't expecting it - it all changed. My eyes were opened up. I began to see that each and every time I chose to share one of the negative stories of what was happening to me - the people who stalked me and who also lived around me got a whole lot meaner. And so did their flocks of mindless go-along stalking human followers.
I guess I sort of compare it to a feeding frenzy. A little fish being swallowed by a bigger fish - being swallowed up by an even bigger fish. The need to torment and torture grew larger and larger as the people who stalked me became more excited about their conquests and torment. And somehow, I found myself hanging on and finding ways to survive the ordeal. Staying busy. Not focusing on hate. Or retaliation. And avoiding despair and depression.
And so, it was at this point that I reached inside myself and found the strength to find my way. It was really hard to do. And nine years is a very long time.
As the years passed, it also became quite clear to me that I was rewarding my gang stalkers by sharing what they were doing to me. If I told others I felt like garbage and my stalkers found out I felt like garbage - it was like telling my stalkers "that-a-boy" you did a good job.
And seriously, that was the last thing I was trying to do. It was like giving bad humans stars for their accomplishments. And like I stated - people who stalk - don't need to know everything about us. And they definitely don't need our approval to continue on.
I began, in time, to also see that what I shared in my writing to help other suffering targets - well, those things I wrote about trying to help - as it turns out - my stalkers threw them back at me 100 fold. So, If I talked about it - I got more of it. Sort of a catch 22 situation.
For example, if I had planes flying all over the place and diving down on me - I began to have more planes diving down on me. The sheer numbers of these planes were completely incomprehensible and I felt puzzled as to why no one was aware of all the movement overhead and all the dishonesty.
And all the while, the stalking events just kept spiraling out of control. And the hate filled humans who had chosen to pass my house daily over the years in a pretense of walking their dogs - well, they began to grow in number as well. If I had originally been followed to the store and harassed - well, it began to happen more often. There was more staring at me. And also, more of me being followed in my car.
And the lies? There were so many lies after a while. I had been labeled a threat and those involved in my gang stalking had me added to a threat list. I was monitored and surveilled from sun up to sun down.
Did it bother me - truthfully - a little. I was not allowed to belong or fit in. Still, I didn't let it stop me from living. And so, if these people decided to stand out in front of my house and wait for me to come outside - well, I simply opened my front door and I went outside and began to rake my yard and plant flowers. That was all the show they would get from me. I did not look at them.
But I felt disappointed and saddened that humans seemed to be failing so miserably. Gone were love, compassion and understanding. And acceptance. Just think - an entire neighborhood going along with liars - not asking questions. And inadvertently, adding to the heaviness I felt in my heart.
Here's another thing about being gang stalked - if any of us points out what "THEY (gang stalkers)" are doing to harm us...if we share our fear or vulnerability with another person - and even to a professional...basically if our overall goal is to try and get help - in this situation - we have made matters so much worse.
Gang stalking is a situation - where the criminals are rewarded - and so by airing our concerns and problems out loud for others to hear us - we are simply providing the criminal stalkers with recognition and a building up and a stroking of their egos.
Now thinking further along these lines - a normal healthy person would not want that bad recognition or need that recognition to feel good about themselves . And it's a funny thing about psychosis and insanity and criminality - the mentally and spiritually unbalanced person seems to feed on hiding out and disguising their evil behavior in plain site - and so, too, they seem to find a sense of purpose in all the hate.
So, I want to share that although my stalking is still ongoing - I have found better ways of coping. I had to. If any of you are interested, I have some books I sell on Amazon that provide this information on how to overcome and block gang stalking assaults. Click on the link to purchases book.
Hostile Environment - The Energy that Drives the Chaos
The Bible of Gang Stalking Terminology
30 Rules - A Reference Guide for the Targeted Individual
Targeted in a World of Stalking - Stories as shared by targeted Individuals
I want to share that the best thing I feel that any of us should do - is to not look for all the bad stuff. Live your life and find things that settle your soul and make you feel thankful.
And if anyone pushes at you to react - don't react. If they gossip about you or call you names...don't let it eat at you.
And do not retaliate, ever - this is what stalking wants. Gang Stalking is a testing field for failure. It is a technique for wrecking lives and breaking down society. Stalkers want us to fall apart and end up in a mental institution or prison and lose our life. Why? Now that's a very good question. And a better question is - who would want this?
Ultimately, it is up to us targets, however, to find a way to survive it. Someday - it will all go away. And there are limits to just how much others can do to us in a lifetime.
As it turns out - life continuously moves forward and the world turns and one generation of humans after another comes and goes. And if anything - that is the positive thing going for living a human life. At some point - we all move on - and so, in that aspect, it all gets better.
Sincerely,
Carla