Playing Games

I am really tired of the terrorists in the house next door playing games with me. They seem to enjoy living in Spc 64 and don’t want to leave. For some reason, they use me as an excuse to procrastinate coming clean, going through detox and accepting whatever criminal charges they might be facing. ALL of them have managed to terrorize me one way or another on their down. 

Yesterday, I glanced at an appointment I had scheduled for this Friday I wrote on my wall calendar. I saw the date and time written in dark black ink and I glanced over at the house next door. It suddenly occurred to me that the terrorists in the house next door might be looking at this date and deciding it might make a good deadline to finish the investigation and send Jim over here. 

I cancelled the appointment, but only for this reason: I believed the terrorists in Spc 64 – Cult were using this date to procrastinate finalizing a deadline. This afternoon I overheard another conversation between Obama and R. Zaldivar. They were trying to decide whether they should stay around here over the weekend when there was going to be an open house to sell Spy 65. I remembered Jim mentioning something to me about being able to see me this Friday. 

I am not sure what exactly is going on in Spc 64. I know a few people are still going through detox. Other than that, I have NO IDEA what they are doing inside the house or even WHY they still need to be there. However, they continue to communicate with me via their regular speaking voices and their headsets. They continue with the threats and harassment. This morning they had planned to carry out a “terrorist activity” that threatened the life of my dog Savannah.

On other words, this 15 year long nightmare still hasn’t ended and as far as I can tell, there is no DEADLINE in sight. I may have no idea what is going on with these people, but as far as I’m concerned, they need to leave that house ASAP. 

The Marijuana Terrorist

I told Jim I was asleep and talking to him in my dream. He lit a cigarette and I asked him if he was talking to me in his dream. Then the dream ended as he wrapped himself up in a single white sheet and walked away. My ex had already turned me into the marijuana terrorist. I hated him bitterly for the anxiety it caused both myself and Jim. It put me in a position where I could not chose between one alternative or another. Shirley E. complained bitterly about the same issue. Marijuana. They turned me into the Marijuana Terrorist although I am NOT residing at Spa 64 – Cult

I never found a complaint of greater hypocrisy, but the people residing within Spc 64 were never known for their consideration or truth-telling. Oxy was “clean” because it was white and legal, but marijuana was “bad” because it was illegal and smoked. These people seem to be diametrically opposed to the truth. Everything was backwards. It was like George Orwell’s 1984 “doublespeak.” The three main slogans of the totalitarian regime are:

War Is Peace

Freedom Is Slavery

Ignorance Is Strength


The Great American Panda Tour

Quite a few months ago, I figured out there was a “spy cam” hidden somewhere in my giant stuffed panda I used as a character in my children’s book, The Pillow Thief. I threw it in the closet one afternoon in anger and left it there for awhile before I put it back on my dresser because I thought someone might have needed it for their “video monitoring” purposes in Spc 64.

Over the past few weeks, the terrorizing, harassment and sexual harassment lessened, grew worse and changed in various ways as the time draws near for us to leave this nightmare in the past and go our separate ways. I was relaxing in bed yesterday afternoon, “listening” to the people in Spc 64 argue about the video monitor they have in the back room of that house. My bedroom is also located in the back room of my house, so in terms of proximity, we are separated by the walls of each other’s houses and the 5-10 yards distance of the carport.

People were talking about whether or not they were “supposed” to be watching the video monitor feed that continuously displays the video from the spy cam in my giant panda. In other words, the video feed from my panda in my bedroom, in my house is continuously displayed in the back room of the house in Spc 64, in addition to whomever is able to hack into the video feed, and to whomever pays Mike enough to get access. This is the view from the panda that is displayed on their video monitor in Spc 64.


Here is the view of where the panda usually sits on my dresser.


So, this amounts to several different problems. I never granted anyone permission or access (nor was I ever actually asked) to install spy cams in my house. The spy cams are a violation of civil rights, personal privacy rights, human rights as well as federal law. Their use in Spc 64 amounts to terrorism, harassment, and sexual harassment. This is not the only spy cam in my house. There are many others and the majority of the people in Spc 64 use them SOLELY for these purposes: harassment, sexual harassment, and terrorism.

I decided to take these pictures in order to expose these “people” for who and what they truly are: neo-Nazi’s, white supremacists, misogynists, and incestuous perverts. They are ALL filthy, vile and disgusting people whom I hope to never encounter in person. Their sickening and perverted sexual harassment is deranged and the following photos show additional examples of the ways in which the spy cams and the headsets have been and are still being used.

There is another spy cam somewhere on this blue blanket.

There are more spy cams in my bathroom. What they typically do is harass me in different ways by commenting on what I am doing in the bathroom (i.e. using the toilet, brushing my hair/teeth, etc…).

Here is the panda looking into the shower. While I don’t think there is a spy cam actually in the shower, what typically happens is that people do the same thing, comment on whatever they think I’m doing in the shower, offer suggestions, harass me, insult me, or make rude, filthy and disgusting remarks.

Here the panda is sitting in my laundry room. There may or may not be spy cams in the laundry room. However, I have noticed that people still feel free to harass me while I’m in the laundry room, in a similar fashion as they harass and terrorize me everywhere else I am in my own house.

This is the view from another spy cam in my living room that is used for their video monitoring feed in Spc 64 (although it is not inside the panda, rather it is somewhere on my floor lamp).

This morning I finally decided to put the panda “on time out.” I left him in front of my bookcase and thought maybe the people in Spc 64 would learn something. I’m sure I’m out of luck. Oh, by the way, my dog Savannah was the one who pointed out all the spy cams for me.


Delft Ware – Dutch Pottery from the Netherlands

Six or seven years ago, Warren Myers visited me when I was living in a different apartment. He said he had been to The Netherlands and gave me a boxed set of teacups and matching saucers that he said were Dutch. I kept them in their box until I moved into this house when I took them out and put them on display in the kitchen. The tea set includes four tea cups and four matching saucers. They include a scene typical of Holland: a small farm with a lone windmill somewhere in the middle of the Dutch countryside.

delftware, delft, delft pottery, the netherlands, windmills

A few months ago, I turned one of the teacups upside down to see what it said on the bottom of the cup. Here is the inscription that reads the same on all four saucers and all four tea cups:




I had not read this inscription before, but I pulled all the cups and saucers out of their display case and carefully examined the illustrations on each one. They were all very similar, but not quite exactly the same because they were a matching set that had been hand painted. I did not know what DELFT SBL AUW 170 meant, but the “AUW” made me think of Auschwitz. I realized that the only thing Warren had told me about the tea set was that it was Dutch and from Holland. He told me nothing else and I thought nothing of it, until now.

My “uncle” by marriage on Shirley E. Myers side is Dutch. Both of his grandparents were said to have been born in Holland. I tried to think of what DELFT SBL AUW 170 might mean. I looked at DELFT and thought of the word deft in English. Deft in English means dexterous or nimble; deft hands, deft mechanic. I thought of my uncle and how he had been drafted for the Houston Oilers while he was in college. The SBL I think refers to the color, sable, usually a mix of light and/or dark brown colors. My uncle had mostly a combination of light and dark brown hair. The AUW could only stand for Auschwitz, and the number, 170 must have been their number at the concentration camp in Poland where the Nazi’s initiated a human breeding program. The stamp on the bottom of my tea set from Holland meant these teacups were hand painted by someone who was kept as a prisoner at Auschwitz and used in their human breeding program and Nazi War Machine from WWII. Presumably this person was my Uncle Harold’s mother.

delft, delftware, delft pottery

It turns out “Delft” actually means “Dutch” in English and I found additional information on Delft tea cups and pottery on Wikipedia. Delftware or Delft pottery, is also known as Delft Blue (Dutch: Delfts blauw). 


Delftware includes pottery objects of all descriptions such as plates, ornaments and tiles. A brief history of Blue Delftware is available on both the website and the Royal Delft website. Royal Delft started out in The Netherlands in 1653 as a Dutch pottery business called Porceleyne Fles, or The Porcelain Jar. In 1919, the Dutch government granted Porceleyne Fles the title “Royal” in order to restore the fame of Delft pottery. The crown above the inscription on the bottom of the tea cup must have come from Royal Delft. 

Blue & white Delft tile, by fireplace at Braemar Castle – UK

Last night I typed in DELFT SBL AUW 170 into the internet search engine. The Royal Delft website and the Wikipedia – Delftware page were at the top of the search results list. I chose the Wikipedia – Delftware webpage and started reading about Delft Pottery and its history in The Netherlands. I looked at the pictures to see if the pottery pieces looked like my tea set. I found similar paintings on tiles like the one pictured above: peaceful farming scenes in the Dutch countryside with windmills, barns and farm animals. I found another picture of a Delftware window display in a marketplace in Delft, Netherlands.

Window display of delftware in a Delft marketplace, The Netherlands

I did not see any pictures of tea sets or tea cups on the Wikipedia website. What I did see was a picture of a swimming pool with hand painted Delft Blue tiles in a palace in Munich, Germany from the mid 18th Century.

Bath of the Bavarian Electors in the “Badenburg” (1719-22)
Nymphenburg Palace Park, Munich (Germany)*

I looked at this picture last night and remembered a dream I had quite a few years ago. In my dream, I was walking slowly through this bath house, although it appeared to have been abandoned for some time. The gold railing was missing and the brownish-red wall panels had turned a dull, dingy brown, as if they had been boarded up like the windows of a condemned building. 

Outside the bath house, I saw a sunny, silent forest glade. The inside was eerie, empty and quiet. I looked down at the bath and saw a long, rectangular shape, much like a swimming pool. The pool was filled to the rim with deep, murky, green water. I looked around the bath house but did not see anyone. I wondered what had happened to the swimming pool in my dream, but thought nothing of it until I saw this picture. 

I never found my tea cups from Auschwitz, but it seems that the Delft Blue pottery ware travelled from Holland throughout much of Europe to places like England, France and Germany where royalty used it for interior design and decoration, as well as earthenware.

Here’s What Happened At One AM

I keep thinking things are winding down in the house next door, but so far no one has left Spc 64. I still hear the incessant, nonstop, mindless babbling from various people who refuse to stop threatening me, targeting me, and harassing me. There is no deadline that I am aware of. I cannot say for sure when these people will leave the house next door and I will be more or less free to pursue my own job/dream/career again.

My last blog post I started a summary of what has happened in Spc 64 since August of 2016. I reached December and was about to start January 2017 when it became much more difficult. At the moment, there are a few people being dealt with. These include:

Chris/Travis – “Ran” the Bayer lab in Berkeley since the 60s. Jeff Myers ran his “legalized speed program” out of this lab and Warren Myers worked their for a period of time in the early 90s.

James Songster – a cousin on Shirley E. Myers side who persists in harassment/sexual harassment

Alma Zaldivar(Angeles)  – refuses to stop talking (i.e. babbling incessantly using her headset)

white, males ??? – there are a few white males who persist in the same relentless, verbal harassment and “stalking.”

Obviously, the problem is the same. Whoever is in Spc 64 should not be using a headset or else should have the volume turned down to a level below where I cannot hear their voice over here from where I am in Spc 65.


Here’s what happened at 1am this morning: I woke up. I heard Jim say, “Listen.” [White male] presumably turns volume up as loud as possible on his headset, “I said I wasn’t gonna come.” Initiates an hour-long argument based on his behavior, with the end result of disturbing every single other person in the house. After that incident, Alma Zaldivar decided to start talking incessantly, at more or less the same volume (i.e. turned up as loud as possible). I lay awake in bed listening as people took turns shouting out, in order to disturb me as much as possible.

I repeated the same thing I’ve been saying (and screaming, yelling, swearing, cursing and writing on this blog) since 2011. Which is basically that having to listen to their stupid, shitty, voices nonstop every waking moment of my life drives me crazy. Their problem is they don’t care.

I told them I know who they are. I told them I know their names. I told them they would never get away with what they are doing. I told them I will make them pay for what they did to me for the past 15 years. I told them they will never forget that this happened for whatever time remains of their pathetic, miserable existence.

For some reason, Alma seems to think she is editing this blog post. ??? So, as I sit here writing, she is repeating (almost) exactly the same words that I am typing. As soon as I finished writing the previous paragraph. She handed off (or seemed to have handed off) a piece of paper with the paragraph I had just written on it to someone else for review.

She seems (and I write “seems” because I cannot actually visually see over there) to be partially in conversation with the other people in the house with her, and partially repeating everything I am writing. She wanted to make sure I included “Ms. Skeleton” bitch as the person who types up (or used to type up) everything I “thought” on her/their Twitter feed. Then she felt very proud of herself for making sure “Ms. Skeleton Bitch” was included.

Anything else?

I looked for a selfie of Alma back when I knew her but didn’t find anything. She seems extremely persistent in her incessant talking although I’m not sure exactly why. The problem is if she stops, then almost immediately, a (presumably white) male immediately starts.

Ultimately, what the Spc 64 Cult did was turn murder, and other various types of “terrorist” acts into a joke or a game. At some point in time, they started making lists of what they considered “terrorist acts,” and used these specific activities or else persuaded other people to use these activities to terrorize me. These “terrorist acts” include the use of the headsets at a volume where I can here their voices, terrorist acts they defined themselves, as well as what would be considered more “typical” terrorist acts such as the use of bombs, knives, guns, choking. Other terrorist acts include stalking both on foot and by car, as well as threats and intimidation.

I gave up and decided to roll a joint and smoke marijuana at 3AM.