In "The Pound of Flesh" Society

I just want to say that it just doesn't make sense to me that grown-ups would resort to acting like children. Throwing temper tantrums. Demanding their way. Having no boundaries or discipline or restraint.

And as far as I can see by reading the news and looking at an occasional video - this is only getting worse. We are now a nation of people who all want to pacified and all at one time.

Does anyone else see this? Are you taking in what I am taking in? Seeing it? Hearing it? Being confused by it? Alas...Chaos. Spoiled humans all wanting their way. All at one time. Chaos everywhere we look.

Now, if we look back on history...since the beginning of time.  Since day one. There has been mutiny and overthrow and conquest and killing and little else has existed. There is always a war. Always a past war. And most likely - always a future war. And at the center of the chaos - is a mob of demanding and spoiled humans who want their way and who want to fight.

But just why do people join mobs and groups of other people?

Well, I think humans are uncomfortable in being alone. People don't want to be different. So, they go along with others to fit in. And in this way, they don't seem to know right from wrong. People are all just mobbing up and destroying. And not thinking about the aftermath. Or in fact, the consequences.

I know I have written about this before...but if we humans want change - we have to single-handedly control our thoughts and find ways to positively act (thereby taking action) rather than negatively react (reacting) to life's many changes and affronts. We need not be afraid to stand up for the right thing. And we need to fight the urge to be mean. We need to be on our own to do this.

We also need to lead by example - less talk and more action.

And this all brings me to gang stalking. Rather organizational stalking.

Gang stalking is a case of - humans who have chosen to collectively run over other people in their quest to be accepted and liked and have power. Again, mobbing. These gang stalking and mobbing humans are merely weak people who want to belong. Weak minds that don't ask questions. They get told one thing - and so they fall into step with the lies of that story.

Now even though there may be a part of them that knows something is off...they ignore it - they don't listen to what their heart is telling them.

For example, is what I am doing wrong?

Am I hurting or harming another person?

Would I want someone to treat me as badly?

Or treat my family in the same way?

Will I get caught in my heinous and unkind acts?

Am I, indeed, invincible?

Do I believe I am Godlike?

Why am I getting high and taking joy from the act of destruction? And revenge?

Why does hurting someone make me happy?

What have I lost about myself that I even want to gang up on and destroy others?

I personally believe that when someone gangs up and bullies - they are exhibiting a very empty soul in that they don't feel the pain another human is feeling. Maybe they do and they ignore it. Amazingly, this bullying person is lacking empathy, compassion and understanding which normally helps us to know what someone else might be feeling or when they are suffering. In this regard - we are unable to walk in someone else's shoes.

There is another side to all of this hate and bullying and inability to walk in another person's shoes. There's way more.

It appears that today's humans feel that if someone is suffering and in pain - they probably deserve it. And this is because we are living in a "Pound of Flesh" society. Where if wronged - we enact revenge. And we punish.

Meaning of Pound of Flesh

Something that is owed needs to be paid back at every cost. Shakespeare has coined this phrase in a figurative way, which refers to a lawful but unreasonable recompense during the late 18th century. Here, the mentioning of flesh suggests vengeful, bloodthirstiness, and inflexible behavior to get back borrowed money. It can be used by dictators for threats to their opponents or opposite armies. Generally, it is applicable to anyone with vengeful behaviors like when someone has resentful feelings for another person.

https://literarydevices.net/a-pound-of-flesh/

In the case of "Pound of Flesh" reasoning and today's - subsequent gang stalking - a bully who is involved in the group activity of taking another person down - can't seem to stop what he or she is doing to reroute their mind to a different path in life. A more enlightened one.

Instead, he or she is hell-bent on revenge if they believe they have been wronged. There will never be an end to the punishment if the mind of the wronged person is unable to let go of the anger. And so, the punishment never ends for the poor unfortunate human who is targeted for retribution.

I am now going into my 9th year of being gang stalked. This all began with a next door neighbor. A jealous next door woman. And through the years, it escalated to an extreme organizational level. All outside my control. All when I wasn't expecting it. I did not anticipate what was about to happen to me.

Everywhere I looked through...I began to see things that were unbelievably off...and didn't make sense. At first I shared these observations with family and even friends - but after a while, I quit sharing. Because again, those I shared with - didn't or couldn't see what I was telling them.

Still, even without their approval or even in their disapproval...my awareness of gang stalking grew exponentially. I began to see that if I knew the truth and others didn't - I was ok with that and it would help me to figure out what I should do about all the bullying and ganging up.

There is a part of me that didn't understand why in my own case, why 9 years wasn't plenty of time to be punished? Like when you got a spanking as a kid - the person spanking knew when it was time to stop. Only in my gang stalking - my stalkers didn't stop spanking me.

And that is when it came to me that with organizational stalking - it isn't just about punishment - it is about destroying and ridding society of an offending person and sometimes this means until death. As in killing them and getting away with it. They want to put so much pain and pressure and hopelessness on a person that they will eventually cave and give up.

Since gang stalkers are not visible to society - they can do much harm in hiding.

Sometimes, there is the part of me that wonders what will happen to all the awful worker bees who gang stalk and hurt others? What will happen to them when the job of destroying a target is said and done? Will the organized leaders in these groups get rid of them as well?

I just want to say that when I first started experiencing gang stalking, a part of me thought it would end after a while. I really did. I just figured my neighbors would get over being mad. And so, with each passing year, I kept thinking it would soon be over.

Sadly, that is not what happened. The stalking turned into something else altogether. And then it continued.

And as I started into another year and then another - I began to recognize what I was up against. There was a forever-ness feel to all the hell. It was so much bigger than I wanted to admit. It was scarier than I thought possible. And it was disheartening to say the least.

And after a while, it became my life.

So, I am sharing with you that my life used to be one way. I could go to bed. Lay there and read a book. I'd fall asleep with the light on...and feel a sigh of relief that I was being left alone. It was glorious.

And then one day - it changed. I was chased by energy signals - that pelted me and kept me from sleeping. Energy signals that burned me. And so, life for me would never be the same.

I had neighbors laugh at me. They talked behind my back. The rumors and hate grew with each passing day. The gossip kept me on the outside of my community so that I was shunned.

Basically, in truth, there was no way I could prove I was being lied about. The lies were there and so were the dozens of people willing to believe what they were being told. So, I was alone.

And it was then, right at that exact moment, that I knew I had to fight back. Both mentally and spiritually and at times physically. Though, I did it quietly. Choosing not to yell or scream and say the wrong things. I chose not to be hurtful...I knew it would make matters worse. I chose to be the big person and went about my life...knowing at some point...life would change for me.

I also knew I had to accept whatever happened from that point on. I had to have a keen mind and come up with ideas that would benefit me and protect me. And I needed to cover up to protect myself from the signals.

I was now understandably in the mental fight of my life.

I had this profound insight one day, that sometimes our lives change and sometimes, we have to go with the flow of that change.

Not always good and not always bad. It just is.

Change is a pooling of thought and emotion and feelings and design. Change is something we really don't want to do. More, it is a thing we have to do...in order to survive and to move on.

Carla K