Transmission felt constantly on my feet. It feels like someone taping my feet with a pencil. It happened once before, but never was it this continuous.<\/p>\n
I also notice that when I get up, I can feel the technology trailing me in the back of my neck or the side of my face. This transmission is being radiated different parts of my head continuously. I even feel the technology near my upper back.<\/p>\n
There’s never a time when any of these things fade away. The assault on my body is a twenty-four seven day a week attack.<\/p>\n
I also notice someone in the walking in the bathroom when I get in their. They usually turn a value, which I understand to be a tank used to pump this chemical based water inside the apartment.<\/p>\n
This occupation of the apartment downstairs did not end with the Fire Department. I witness strange things happening to certain parts of my face when the father of the super was “working” downstairs.<\/p>\n
The super refuses to open the door to see if someone was inside even though I mentioned that someone was there. He is involved in a conspiracy to commit murder.<\/p>\n
Since being placed into this program, my diet has went from bad to worse. I’m no longer eating vegetables, but starch and meat. It is the actions of these criminal that force me to rely on a relative for food.<\/p>\n
Every time I enter the supermarket I’m confronted by many, many gang stalkers who supply the shelves with the contaminated food. This food makes my body susceptible to the technology they use to sabotage my life.<\/p>\n
I have nearly lost my life sleeping in the street and I had to almost eat dog food. It is insane that anyone have to be subjected to this kind of criminal activity.<\/p>\n
I have contacted the congress and various politicians about this situation, and my concerns go on deaf ears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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