It’s 7:45am. I woke up to hear J Myers asking (remember all these people are still in the house next door) if there is an address where he can be written in Vietnam where he’s going to stand trial. The only thought I had was who on earth would write to him in Vietnam? My mom? Of course D Hoffman immediately started to chime in with his usually mumbling, mocking and repetition of whatever I might be thinking. I decided that if they are going to continue with their behavior, I will continue writing about their behavior until they leave. The only question is when are they leaving?
J Myers and D Hoffman both refuse to turn the volume down on their headsets. I think what happened last night is they either threatened to muzzle them or else actually did muzzle them (at least Jeff anyway) for a period of time. I figure they might have taken the things around their necks off to go to sleep last night. My next thought was “muzzle them!” Apparently it was determined the only way to silence them was to treat them like the animals they really are. The truth is, animals behave better than these people. They can hardly be called human.
Then what happens is one of the federal agents has to take them aside like a small child and ask them yet again why they are repeating the same behavior. At this point, J Myers will start arguing. D Hoffman will try to weasel his way out of it, typically by lying.
So, J Myers as approached D Hoffman again after being lectured to (presumably). Usually he will just negotiate something similar and the same thing starts all over again. D Hoffman is still babbling into his headset waiting to hear from J Myers.
I came home from walking Savannah this afternoon and D Hoffman started up again with his mumbling in my ear. Of course this has (almost) always been at the behest of Jeff Myers. Both of them refuse to stop this behavior. Here’s an example of what they do for the better part of every day. J Myers negotiates some sort of “agreement” [typically involving payment] with D Hoffman to continue or perhaps restart his “harassment” of me, by turning the volume up on his headset and speaking into it constantly. He has to turn the volume up load enough so that I can hear his voice and so that it bothers me. They check to see if I can hear their voices by reading the tweets/texts from whoever is typing them up next door (they’re all in the same house next door to me). Occasionally if I am watching TV or listening to music, words from the radio or TV will get mixed in with whatever I happen to be thinking about and the conversations of other people in the house. Remember – I am still by myself in my own house. Everyone else is next door.
For example, currently D Hoffman has placed himself in the corner of the room where he thinks is closest to me, or wherever he will be most annoying. Meanwhile, J Myers sits on the other side of the room discussing his actions with some else who is trying to get him to discontinue his behavior. At some point, usually when there is a break in my activity or thought, D Hoffman will stop his mumbling, get up, approach J Myers with a note he has written about whatever the text says I am thinking or doing, and then asks him a question – usually about whether J Myers wants him to continue with the abusive behavior. The pattern repeats itself. J Myers and D Hoffman negotiate something similar, D Hoffman finds out where I am in my house, walks closest in their house to where they think I am (for example, if I am in the back of my house and walk to the front of my house, they will also walk from the back of their house to the front of their house) and starts speaking into his headset again. The problem is they repeat this behavior continuously throughout the entire course of the day and into the night for no discernible reason.
What I did a few minutes ago was wake up from a nap with the TV on. I heard D Hoffman’s voice start mumbling, he usually tries to repeat whatever he is reading from the texts (i.e. whatever I am supposed to be thinking or doing). I turned to volume up on the TV a little bit so I wouldn’t be able to hear his voice. He stopped talking and I heard a young woman’s voice (speaking into a headset, as I do not hear their natural voices otherwise unless they are a little louder). Her voice was extremely piercing in my ear/brain so I got angry and turned the volume up on the TV again. She continued talking and she has started speaking into her headset again as I write this. Is there some reason they feel the need to repeat what I write? Out loud? In a manner that I can hear?
Whoever this second woman was has chosen to ignore me. She has stopped talking for the time being or has reduced the volume of the headset or lower the pitch. Either way, they continue with their psychological torment, verbal abuse and verbal harassment.
The loudest I had the TV volume at (this is a standard Sony 32″ or 34″) was 92 to drown out their voices enough so that I could barely hear what they were saying in comparison to the TV.
I started calling the constant stalking, mocking and harassment “persecution” a few years ago. For the first at least eight years (2002-2009/2010) I believed I had done something to justify their behavior. This was before I was aware of the involvement of my four immediate family members. Around 2010, I realized that I had done nothing specific to any of these people that would have warranted their horrific behavior. In my own mind, and in reality, I am still being persecuted by various people who have come and gone over the years.
While there was never any direct reason for this type of targeted persecution, (I write “targeted” because I am the only person who has been targeted in this way by this specific group of people), looking back I would call it a “cult of targeted persecution.” When I became aware of the involvement of my direct family members, I began trying to understand what had prompted their behavior over the years. Sam McKellar’s lies he manufactured about me over the years were part of this “targeted persecution,” but I had never met Sam McKellar and never learned his motives until recently. In 2016 I figured out his correct first name and last name.
My siblings’ and parents’ motives I never understood. I merely learned last August (2016) that their opinion of me for my entire life was completely different from what I had always believed – effectively turning all four of them into strangers over about a nine month period of time. While their motives for targeting me in the way they did do not make any more sense, there is a greater explanation for the behavior.
Jeff Myers indirectly blamed me for causing “all of his life’s problems” and targeted me for persecution in the sense that I was the person who brought Sam McKellar into his life and by extension the subsequent reduction of his illicit narcotics trafficking scheme. Prior to this time, he shared the opinion of my other immediate family members that I was a slut/prostitute/escort.
My mom apparently did know who Sam McKellar was since 2002 (although perhaps by a different name) since he showed up with the police, Warren Myers and Preston Scott the night I drove from Oxnard to Sunnyvale. She never once mentioned him to me and continues to refuse to discuss the issue to this day. She, along with my other three immediate family members, have always maintained that I have a severe psychiatric illness: schizophrenia.
What ended up happening was that such a vast number of people were deceived and sucked into this nightmare, that a “cult of persecution” was created with large numbers of people attacking me personally for absolutely no reason whatsoever (based only on other peoples’ lies as well as their own).
I’m sitting here in silence listening to see if I can hear the people talking next door. There is no one in the house with me and Savannah is out back. I listen to see if I can distinguish whose voice it is if I do hear a voice. I can recognize Jeff Myers’ voice very distinctly. Someone else sounds like a male with a heavy lisp. DHoffman sort of rumbles a little bit, but he hasn’t changed his mind yet. Mostly, he imitates me – or whatever text message/Twitter feed he’s reading off of that he thinks is me. I’m not actually saying anything verbally (out loud) that anyone in that house can hear. The times they are not preoccupied with me and whatever I’m doing, they are arguing. They are like a morass or a cesspool of misery and negativity, propped up only by their use of illicit narcotics to keep them speaking and breathing.
In the past ten minutes since I’ve been writing this blog post, I’ve sat in silence. I can still hear the people who are talking in the house next door to me. I heard Sam McKellar, but couldn’t make out what he said. Jim Comey is still over there, dealing with everyone else because they’re all still here. I heard someone else’s high pitched whine, but I couldn’t make that out either. Too indistinct. An extremely ineffective method of communication to be sure.
I decided to explain things more clearly. The problem with the people in the house next door to me is that they consistently use headsets (like the kind you would use with a Bluetooth/smartphone) which come with volume controls. I have no idea why any of these people bother to bring headsets with them into the house – they maintain they need them for communication purposes. What they use them for is to harass me as much as possible. The problem is that if they have the volume turned on, I can hear them speaking from where I am over here next door. They have been told this repeatedly. They have also been told that it bothers me and that it is a form of psychological torment. A few of these people (Jennifer Aniston, Jeff Myers, Dustin Hoffman) use the headsets consistently for this specific purpose (i.e. my harassment and psychological torment). I am unsure as to why.
Occasionally, Jeff Myers maintains that he doesn’t understand or doesn’t believe that I am able to hear him speaking into his headset from where ever I am (i.e. the house next door, at the Buddhist center, in my car when he is stalking me, etc…). He uses this to explain why he doesn’t see the need to turn the volume down on his headset, although he has paid (in various forms) Dustin Hoffman since February to perform this exact sort of “deed/service.” Dustin Hoffman is continuously warned, perhaps every 15-20 minutes or so, sometimes less frequently. DH has also been fined at least once for this behavior, but refuses to comply – giving only illogical explanations for his behavior. Given the fact that I have never met Dustin Hoffman in person (nor has he met me at any time), nor does he have any idea who I am, I am going to say that his reasons for this type of persecution relate to his own crimes, substance abuse issues, and Jeff Myers. The same can also be said of Jennifer Aniston, since we have never met at any time, in person or other.
I realized that Jeff Myers was primarily responsible for nailing Sam McKellar to my ass for approximately eight years (this would be after my parents left Sunnyvale in early 2008 until August, 2016). This arrangement apparently included some type of threat issued to SM in the event he disobeyed Jeff Myers’ instructions, in addition to several requirements that were probably added on over the years which related to:
I am aware that Jeff Myers is not the person I always thought he was (as well as Warren Myers & both my parents). However, when I thought back (and listened in on the conversations next door) I realized that the perspective all four of these family members had of me was completely distorted for my entire life. They all saw me as some sort of slut or prostitute and I had no idea. They never said anything to me.
Two Decembers ago, Jeff and Lin visited here briefly. A week or so after they left I confronted Jeff about having dropped a couple pills of Sudafed in my coffee on New Year’s Day. I didn’t see him do it, but about twenty minutes after drinking my coffee, I fell asleep and I couldn’t figure out why. I was supposed to have gone to a New Year’s Buddhist meeting at 10AM that morning, but I was too sleepy. Jeff Myers had drugged my coffee. When I confronted him a week or so after they left using Facebook messager, Jeff Myers denied he had done anything wrong and suggested I had hallucinated feeling drowsy. Raul never said anything about the incident and I never asked.
I never discovered any real reason Jeff Myers would have for claiming I ruined his life. He seems to have done so indirectly by relating it to Sam McKellar’s general presence in my life (and by extension his) and perhaps McKellar’s interference with his (Jeff Myers’) own illegal criminal activities.