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One program keeps spontaneously launching itself on my computer (wanting to change system settings), I’ve been logged out of my Kobo publishing account on it and my password no longer works – this stuff happens all the time; the hacker likes changing my password, contact details etc – and I am not receiving the reset link in my email. I have contacted Kobo. Maybe they got hacked or whatever. Who knows.

(There are also still about ten emails that I have not gotten a response to on that same address. That doesn’t necessarily mean much. My present housing association has previously claimed that they weren’t receiving my emails then I started emailing them, and now also the bailiff, from a different address, but they still don’t seem to be getting any of my emails, along with several other people.)

At another email address, I have been receiving a lot of the hacker’s usual kind of nonsense in the past ten days or so. Suddenly lots of emails from Brian Tracy and a Claire Zammitt, PhD, about female power. (The latter began after I wrote that I had asked Suzanne Hulscher for help.) (Many years ago, I was subscribed to Brian Tracy’s newsletter.) In 2010, he bombarded me with emails about bags and pens. Took me years to figure out what that was about. He’s obsessed with genitals and sex.

Not much else.

Am currently also getting bogus emails from Amazon KDP, with instant responses. Haha. As if.

And he’s stopping me from updating various things. And currently messing with this tablet again. Or this website.

This hacker crrrrraves attention. 👶🍼

A few minutesss laturrrr: he’s messing with another account too… He’s punishing me again for letting people know what he does, I’m sure. He’s always punished me when I didn’t keep quiet. He sometimes refers to that as an “oil spill”.

Dude, acceptance from others starts with you fully accepting and acknowledging who and what you are. Stop your Jekyll and Hyde games.

In Hatesville, I had to be afraid of you but I am no longer in Hatesville and I have literally nothing else left to lose. You’ve destroyed it all.

It’s a damn good thing that the Netherlands’ national science foundation and I didn’t click. (I showed up at the interview utterly gutted and defeated anyway. Btw, it’s been the only job application I’ve been allowed to submit without hacker interference after I left Hatesville.)

Because working for them would have required me to work from home. I’d checked in advance; their in-house IT security is likely up to par now. (Ransomware shut them down a few years ago and they learned from that. I talked with one of their IT guys.) But there’s no way that they could have shielded me from this interference here at my place. No way. And that’s not their fault.

(Of the last grant proposal I was asked to work on, by Suzanne Hulscher, in 2020, the hacker deleted the amended proposal and its backup. I had checked that the backup was on the stick before I shut down the computer, but my hacker’s forte is hardware hacking. It was my birthday. This was my hacker’s birthday present for me. Removing the files. 🤬 Worried that he might do a lot more to the file and screw up the grant application, I contacted Suzanne and let her know that I could not do any work on the proposal after all. Poor, undoubtedly somewhat frustrated Suzanne kindly left me a Skype voicemail; she thought that I was worried that the email with the proposal wasn’t really from her. No, Suzanne, my situation was far crazier than that, with a far more vicious and cunning character at work and lots of lock-picking going on and a lot more really vile stuff. I was later pleased to see that you guys got the grant anyway.)

(25 January 2024: Oh! That was another stupid word game. I turned 60. So no more proposals for me. Yes, the guy is a lunatic.)

You know what my tormentor wanted, Suzanne? That I let you pay for that flight which you did and which I got onto with only hand luggage and that I then not head to the meetings but disappear, leaving you stranded. Disappear, however, that would have been homelessness without access to any income. I had no money. I fell ill shortly after, btw, otherwise I would have used your project payment to disappear and build a new life, but I often wasn’t strong enough to even lift a suitcase.

This was the big problem for me in Hatesville. I could really only do manual work and stuff of which it didn’t matter too much whether the hacker messed with it. I left CVs in many small supermarkets and elsewhere, but usually I also had to tell them that they couldn’t text, call or email me. 🤢🤮 After all, he even messed with my Freecycle interactions all the time. I walked to an equestrian centre and left my details there. I even asked – in this case “begged” would be the appropriate word – a certain solicitor in Southsea for work, thinking that my tormentor would never expect that and she too would have had reason to keep such a cooperation quiet, both of us benefiting tremendously. I combined my walk over to her office with something else so that it would go unnoticed. My legal skills far outranked hers, as she’s well aware. I could have worked at the back of her office on weekends, out of sight, not even my vile sadistic stalker(s) knowing about it.

(I had earlier gotten a few shifts at a takeaway. It enabled me to buy food. I also had been to Hale Court, spoke with management and did what they told me to do but all that resulted in was one somewhat strange call.)

Anything that I did within view of my hacker almost always got turned into an opportunity to sabotage me or to ridicule me.

When people at a job interview for a project, without obvious cause, think that you don’t know how to tell time on a clock, watch or phone and don’t know what a calendar is, you know that someone has been feeding them bullshit about you. If half the town of Hatesville subsequently starts singing “got nothing in the brain, that’s what people say-ay-ay” when you walk past people in Hatesville…

In 2016, Suzanne, over drinks, you asked me about this project. Remember? And I also told you that I was being pursued by some psycho hacker(s). That conference wasn’t a good occasion to go into details about the bizarre shit in my life.

I was gutted when the abuse really geared up again in June after I had left Hatesville. So gutted that I felt like killing myself. I won’t give him the satisfaction, though. That stupid extremely shallow sadist. (I know he can’t help it, but…)

My sacrifice was for nothing. Now I’ll have to make it count.

Oh, and screw you, Robert Gerald Van Cortlandt Vernon-Jackson and your horrible bigotry. (Sorry, folks but that needed to be said. Long overdue.) (Hacker interfered again when I was typing this. Has been interfering with something else too; I just contacted the company in question and told them that they are much too easy to hack into. I’d gotten tired of that, so I decided to shut down my activities there, but the hacker interfered.)

I didn’t need your goddamn housing benefits for you to cancel again any time you felt like it, Mr Robert Gerald Van Cortlandt Vernon-Jackson, such as at the start of the first COVID lockdown when all the offices were closed and I couldn’t even stop by to enquire. “Circumstances have changed, benefits suspended.” Fuck you. That’s just plain nasty anyway.

Your misogyny and xenophobia completely blinded you.

What I needed was to be allowed to live my life like I had been ANYWHERE ELSE but Portsmouth. What I needed was for the goddamn lock-picking and vandalism and animal cruelty and all the other nasty bullshit to stop. What I also needed was to be allowed to communicate with other people, like normally.

I didn’t need your lesson in cruelty and bigotry. Or maybe I did. Maybe everyone in England is rotten to the core, with not a shred of decency left.

For people who don’t know that: these housing benefits went straight into the pockets of his pal. They weren’t benefiting me. I wasn’t asking for stupid housing benefits. I was asking for help with my bizarre situation. I wanted my life back.

You were living your life in freedom. But I was supposed to continue to watch YouTube videos, read library books and sleep a lot to fill my days. Fuck you.

So now that I am out of Hatesville, I can no longer read library books but little else has changed in terms of what I can do. Just like in Hatesville aka Portsmouth, I often walk back and forth in my flat to have something to do.

Because that goddamn hacking nightmare followed me. Because he followed me a few times. He was in the Netherlands on 16 May (Osdorpplein area), June (Amstelveen area), possibly July (but the interference with that piece of postal mail could have been done fully remotely) and then again on 25 September as well as a few weeks ago.

He tried to get me under his financial coercive control again, too. I refused. I’ve been doing what I can to get that vicious monster off my back. I want my life back!

Fuck you.

For obvious reasons, I stay away from the people around me here so that they won’t get affected by the nasty sadistic bullshit in my life that began on 9 June 2008, goddammit.

Did you know that he has a tendency to try to hack into everyone I interact with? Preferably people who don’t have a lot of IT knowledge so that he can really mess with them, preferably in a way that I recognize (to make me feel powerless).

Ik kan dit niet alleen oplossen maar de bakker op de hoek kan me hier niet bij helpen. In het verleden heb ik wel eens geprobeerd Roel Verseveldt te bereiken, vanaf een naar de kloten gehackte mobiel. (We’ve met so I had his contact details.) Heeft een personal security achtergrond (zangers als Stevie Wonder, denk ik, in view of who his wife is) en zat daarvoor bij de Nederlandse politie (of recherche). Misschien weet hij hoe je zoiets aanpakt.

Ik wil van deze halvegare gestoorde sadistische eikel(s) af en dat gaat met met de help van de bakker of groenteman echt NIET lukken.

De jongere dochters van melkboer Souren, ach, die willen nog steeds alleen maar weten hoe rijk mijn echtgenoot is, groot zijn jacht is en wanneer ik hen daarop uitnodig (en anders of ik nog steeds hun bedden wil opmaken). (Zodra bij pa het geld op was en hij niet meer op etentjes trakteerde, taaiden ze af, voor zover ik heb begrepen.)

Ik word al jaren volkomen naar de sloten gesaboteerd en geterroriseerd en de Engelse standaardrespons van de Lib Dems en entourage in Hatesville (die neerkwam op “bek houden, jij lelijke domme oude koe, anders pakken we je”) kwam me vierkant mijn strot uit. 🤮 Die pik ik in Nederland echt niet. In Hatesville moest ik wel.

Who did I ask for help in Hatesville?

The police, for starters. A million times. That only made things worse. It led to retaliation (except the first time I filed a report about this bullshit when I hadn’t moved to Hatesville yet but was still in Southampton). I completed an S-DASH risk analysis and gave that to the police too; my risk was high but the police ignored it. The Lib Dems (because I voted for them and had been interacting with the low level ones in various environments), Age UK, MP Stephen Morgan who emailed me a lot but never offered any concrete help, the local labour councillor who I had been referred to but who completely ignored me, the Red Cross, a women’s housing association, my landlord, neighbors who turned out to be extremely nasty themselves, Advice Portsmouth (YOU trust), Green Party members, random local people in shops etc who I asked whether they knew someone who was very good with Linux, and so on and so forth. Many newspapers. Medical professionals and the vulnerable adults department at the city council because they might be able to help identify who was so obsessed with me and what was ailing him and get the poor sod the support he needed.

My embassy (not from my home or from the library of course) and my consulate. (All they can do is possibly visit you in prison if you end up in prison; they don’t offer much support to residents. It’s different if you are a tourist.) I even contacted the United Nations and other organizations to see if I could get refugee status.

The only ones who I didn’t ask for help were the Conservatives but I did write to Dominic Cummings when he was looking for staff because I had been climbing the walls with boredom for so so long and was desperate for something to do.

There were many days on which I just slept a lot because I had nothing to do and if I fell asleep, that was less frustrating.

For about fifteen years, I was trapped in a horrible coercive control prison – I called it sadistic slavery – and all the locals did was mock me and abuse me and spread very nasty lies about me.

One of the things that recently happened was that I had said that I would make a certain payment on the 1st, scheduled it for the 29th, then one day logged into my bank and noticed that it had been moved a few days into the future. (Scared the shit out of me.)

That’s how people start perceiving you as unreliable. When you say that you will do things and then don’t.

My 4 November eye exam results took nearly two months because the internal automated forwarding process had failed.

My computer had an update that kicked one of my two screens into super magnification, in between. On 19 December. (I undid the update.)

(One of my eyes may need further examination, I was told later, but without any numbers.)

Funny? No. VILE SABOTAGE OF MY LIFE.

There’s been other shit, too.

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Someone has been HAMMERING since 5-5:30am. Hilarious.

Clearly, someone’s internal clock is off.

(6:24: it’s stopped)

Yesterday morning there was drilling and hammering at 7:45 am. It lasted for about 15 minutes. Not the first time that happened. Doesn’t bother me, but strikes me as a little weird. (There is possibly some kind of workshop just above me.)

A kind of quiet and peace has come over me since yesterday afternoon. A heavy weight has started to fall off me. I have a feeling that someone somewhere is finally starting to see the light. I hope I am not wrong about this.

The nightmare isn’t over yet. That I can see. But the situation seems to be easing, somehow.

It’s been so massive, it’s going to take time to identify all the cogs and take them out of action. (Some of the bullshit’s probably been automated, too. If so, those scripts and algorithms would keep running on their own.)

God, I hope I am not wrong about this. I want this horrible nightmare to be over.

Here’s another nightmare that isn’t over yet:

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2024/jan/19/boris-johnson-says-trump-back-in-white-house-is-what-the-world-needs

It’s unbelievable that most of England votes for these destructive nutcases, isn’t it… Imagine how desperate and disappointed you must be to want to vote for these ogres.

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There is likely someone out there who has a valid-looking copy of my English driving licence. The issue number is not printed on the licence, unfortunately.

There’s someone in Portsmouth who looks like me. I stopped by at Portsmouth police one day (shortly after the Utrecht attack) and was told that I had already reported the matter and that police had even stopped by at my home. The counter officer stepped to one of the desks and I could hear them ask “Is it the same woman?”. They don’t check 🆔. Maybe nowadays they do. They refused to tell me anything as to who the other person had been.

I just discovered that my main Protonmail account was being hijacked, again, via an alternative server. (On my tablet, that is. I suspect that the alternative server route was being used to access my tablet while circumventing the phone that it is tethered to. I’ve now locked the app again, too.)

For those who don’t know this, in June, I discovered that the unique Gmail address used only for administering my tablet was being accessed from a Linux system. This had first happened on 7 June 2023. In July, I saw that it had not stopped yet. (I suspect that that tablet has been duplicated on that Linux system.)

Ga lekker buiten spelen, jij digitale pestkop! Daar kun je je energie ook in kwijt en het is zowel fysiek als mentaal veel gezonder dan anoniem mensen pesten.

Weet je dat veel van wat jij doet erop neerkomt dat je iemand een duw geeft zodat die persoon van de trap flikkert en je dan kritiek gaat leveren op het feit dat de persoon onder aan de trap ligt? Je kleurt het dan vaak een beetje door te zeggen dat de persoon wel een drankprobleem zal hebben.

Ga toch fietsen, man. Sarah Chiaroscuro.

Stop hiding. Stop hiding in the pleats of my skirt.

Continuing.

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Someone in Bournemouth, England is suggesting that the government is paying him to organize gang-stalking of people and get those others to break into the targets’ homes?

(I suddenly received comments about this on several of my comments and on a video on YouTube.)

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Suddenly, my tablet is excruciatingly slow and many things on it have completely stopped working on it!

How the hell can I ever get anything done this way?

Screen brightness is doing weird things, too, and I still basically can’t reach anyone anywhere.

Argh!

It was perfectly fine. Until I started looking for trains. Bloody hell.

This crap gobbles up so much time!!!

Wtf, hacker? Wtf?

Hacker(s) been messing around again for the past hour or so, gearing up fan among other things, though not too badly this time. Tomorrow, he will lose all access to me. He must be fretting like crazy.

Also, I got some yogurt for 16 p – I bought two pots – and little gem lettuce for 40 p (pack of 2) and that is delicious with rice and the black beans I cooked (pepper, salt, garlic and bay leaves) and a dash of tomato puree and some olive oil. Oh, and a dash of chili powder.

Various kinds of weird things going on on various sites (including Facebook) and just now, I had to flip the power switch on the wall again. Computer froze again.

Phone was hot again too, so someone was definitely … argh… doing whatever shit that it was.

I still keeps getting whirlpool on my screen.

17:17: phone is still way too warm for this phone (remember, I tether).

17:31: computer does seem faster than it was before so he may have skedaddled off.

I continue to get e-mails from Stephen Morgan MP – but I hear nothing at all from people who I have actually e-mailed – and the hacker keeps putting whirlpool on my screen.

14:34: Trying to contact someone in the UK, and am getting a yandex.ru chat bot instead. A UK page that I wanted to look at was “not available in my country”.

14:51: Computer keeps freezing, too. Have had to throw the power off it twice in the past hour.

I just discovered that the link named “Amazon UK” in the header of my YouTube channel had been changed into “angelinasouren@gmail.com”.

I’ve received a message from “Lisa Woods” in New Zealand; I get a lot of e-mails from New Zealand – south of where I am – when my landlord and sometimes the city council is indicating actions against me OR when my hacker makes it look like that or tries to suggest that.

The hacker(s) appears to catch my e-mails and sometimes releases them in bunches; I sometimes receive e-mails that are many years old, just like I’ve also sometimes received local postal mail that was nearly a year old and just like Royal Mail once handed me a package of wet and muddy letters from a period of about 6 months.

“Scotland” and “Canada” are sometimes used to refer to someone located north of me.

Oh. My post categories have disappeared… as an option for this post, that is. (17:11: They popped up again later in the day.)

My stalker(s) is after acceptance of who he is/they are. So he may want this to go in the category “Human rights – diversity – neurodiversity – equality – inclusivity – discrimination – otherisation – speciesism – planet – consumerism – bioethics sensu lato” or maybe he feels that all my posts fit.

He’s gone on about “zero discrimination day” in the past, would pop a certain graphic onto my screen. Is in my computer right now, possibly, or at least on the line, apparently; my typing was suddenly delayed, which usually means that he is between me and the internet so that he can even change things that I type or remove them.

He’s often also highly manipulative.

08:21: On my screen, it says that 10 people have watched this video. Is it actually online, though? Probably, but I can’t be sure.

14:26: have seen this twice now

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I’ve been the target of sadistic stalking – aka resentful stalking – for nearly fifteen years. In this video, I give you examples of things that have been done in my home when I was out.

He also does things like go through my cupboards and sit at my desk, go through my drawers. He takes things that he likes, such as nifty little tools. I’d had one of those for decades, one that means that you can do a lot without needing several much bigger tools.

The stalking has resulted in many periods of extreme deprivation, leading to among other things tendon vulnerability. In 2010, my weight briefly dropped below 50 kilograms. I am 5 foot 7 or 1.69m.

The police know about most much of this; I’ve also carried out a risk analysis and handed it to them. The police cannot afford to investigate until after a human has been killed or seriously injured (or if they become concerned about the possibility of a PR disaster).

Stalking and harassment need to be dealt with very differently and should not be handled by the police, for starters, because the police lack the required expertise. The latter makes such investigations too expensive for them. I’ve asked the police forces (FOI request) how much they spend on investigating stalking and harassment, to see if freeing up that budget could fund a separate organization, but they don’t even have data on that.

Yes, I’ve added, changed and upgraded locks. Local locksmiths who I consulted were no help at all. It certainly doesn’t help either that I am based in a really vile, extremely insular place on a small island off the coast of England. I’m from Amsterdam, so I am a migrant.

I’ve been self-employed since 1997.

This stuff has made me really wary of humans and often fearful, but also angry and louder, the latter not the American way (enthusiastic and confident), but the English way (telling people off when they hassle you).

Anyone who still believes that women should see it as something romantic and flattering if they become stalked or that stalking is the figment of the imagination of feeble-minded women with an anxiety problem should seek the services of a good shrink.

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Yanking my screen (cursor) up and down, putting different tabs on my screen. Adding a hiccup to a video, which he has done before. Just being a general disruptive attention-seeking pain in the behind.

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Something is off with the electricity in the flat. I’ve just had the light bulb in the same floor lamp pop on three consecutive days; the lamp was not even on when it popped just now. It is on a small surge protector but that surge protection went a long time ago.

Another one also popped yesterday, with a loud bang.

So there currently seems to be something in the circuit with a large resistance. I stopped using the ceiling light a long time ago, but when it worked, it would dim shortly after switching it on and I remembered the counter current you get on circuits after you activate it, but you don’t get that effect from a simple light bulb. It would also often dim and glow in a cycle. I found that I can’t play a keyboard in this flat because there was a very loud hum on it when I tried.

My location is Regents Park in London. I am not using a VPN (because that means that I have no internet access), am tethering via my mobile phone and am at my desk in Portsmouth. The Geolocation API on a computer uses the network routing addresses to estimate your current location. So how come that this often lands me in places like Edinburgh, Birmingham and Leeds?

I understand that this can happen with VPNs, but why does my connection/location often change before or after when I have interference on my screen or when I write about it?

I just tried to install a VPN again, this one has something specifically for my distro, twic, but it doesn’t seem to be really installed.

I also decided to activate this:

Okay, the following may explain my frequent location mismatches:

Google determines its users’ location by cross-checking the location of where the IP address is with the geolocation data it has of devices that use that IP address. If Google detects a significant number of devices using that IP address are in a certain area, it will change the location it lists for that IP address.

How does that translate into real life? Does this mean that there are many more O2 users in places like Leeds and Edinburgh with similar IP addresses and is that why Google thinks that I am there? My IP address is also always blocked on Wikipedia, btw, so I can’t edit anything without logging in.

Nope, the Proton VPN won’t install on my system.

Also… I just found a sock that must have disappeared years ago because I no longer had these socks or maybe it isn’t even mine. It was now in my box of socks to be mended along with two padded-sole socks that don’t need to be mended. (No other black socks in it, no.)

My lock-picker’s also taken a black garment with a grey heart on it once, and returned it one or two years later. He certainly has a sock fetish. Besides that he has recently taken about half of my black socks, apparently, he also once took 5, 6 pairs of colorful socks from my dirty laundry – into which he tipped some cigarette ashes – and later returned a bunch of black socks for them.

Anyone who thinks that this is funny should remember that he’s also destroyed things and attacked animals.

12:22: has been messing with me for a few minutes now, jerking pages up and down, blocking internet access. Time to reboot the lot.

He seems to be obsessed with these photos now, btw? Happy old me versus miserable, deflated and wary me?

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15:40: My internet location is Leysholme Crescent, Lower Wortley, in Leeds again. West Yorkshire. Am not using a VPN and I am at my desk in Portsmouth.

This morning, when I walked past a woman at a bus stop along Kingston Road, she said something. No idea what. She wasn’t on the phone. Nobody else was around. As I was walking toward the bus stop, she seemed to ooze anger for me. No idea why that might be so; she was not anyone I recognized. It goes with Portsmouth, this kind of thing. I just shrug about it as much as I can.

Or is this just another one of the strange coincidences that have been in my life since I moved to Portsmouth, such as getting e-mails from Le Monde longer after I stopped needing access to its databases and getting an e-mail sent through a Dutch provider that didn’t even exist any longer at that point (no relay)?

I just received an e-mail from Vastgoedmarkt (“real estate market”). I am no longer signed up to its newsletter; I was for a while in the past.

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On Tue, Apr 11, 2023 at 10:21 AM Stephen Morgan MP <stephen.morgan.mp@parliament.uk> wrote:

Dear Angelina,

Thank you for copying in Stephen to your correspondence with Cllr Stagg.

You are already following the correct channels to escalate this matter. If you feel Stephen can offer you any specific support please let us know.

Kind regards,

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I wrote back the following:

Dear office staff,

When I write to my MP from my business address, it’s because my gmail often does not function. You could be replying to someone else when you don’t reply to the address an e-mail actually comes from. What you do is incredibly sloppy; not even Boris Johnson would do something like this, I bet.

Also, in view of the fact that I’ve already been fighting this battle – along with many others – since when I moved to Portsmouth, which was in early 2009, I am not exactly holding my breath. No, I didn’t know anyone here; I had intended to throw a little welcoming party/reception/meet & greet for my new neighbours back then, but I never even got to that part.

I am shaking my head over these astonishingly amateurish ways.

Angelina Souren

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They’ve done this before, these same folks, replied to the wrong e-mail address, which strikes me as utterly bizarre. I copied them in this time merely to inform them, agreed, not to get a response from them, but why on earth reply to a different e-mail address? That is so bizarre.

I also got a really strange LinkedIn mail – see screenshots below – with some information in it that IS related to me. That e-mail mentions one person who I know (redacted below), but with a profile description from many years ago (over a decade). The person in question is retired now and has been for some time.

This happens to be the same person of who my WhatsApp calls were recorded a few times by an unknown third party. This happened four to five years ago and it made both of us uncomfortable. On one of those occasions, the battery of my phone got so HOT that the phone shut down during the call. (I had two phones back then who one after the other got fried.) Our e-mails used to get messed with too.

All the others mentioned in the LinkedIn e-mail were people I didn’t know (although one name I think is that of an old student buddy of someone I know, but this person was not listed in connection with that other person).

And this was all because I think I had looked at the profile of a financial writer in Asia some time ago, to gauge how reliable some information might be that I had seen elsewhere on the internet? (This Amber person? Yes, quite possible; I don’t remember the name of the writer whose name I googled, but the person did turn out to be located in Asia.)

Makes no sense. One of them supposedly has a contact in common with me, according to the e-mail, as you can see, but there was no link to that mutual contact either.

Also, in spite of my contact count saying “5”, I removed all my LinkedIn contacts two or three years ago to protect them against the hacking. I should have done that years ago, at the first sign of hacking activity. So stupid of me that I didn’t. Really really stupid. But then again, who expects years and years and years of relentless targeted hacking? I certainly did not see that coming.

I had meanwhile also contacted academia.edu with regard to e-mails I was getting that I had doubts about, and they replied that they’re genuine. The activities mentioned in the mails do not show up in my account, though, and when I searched for the involved researchers on the web and in the Academia site, they did not show up either.

A few days ago, as already mentioned, I received a really strange direct message from LinkedIn staff. I reported it but LinkedIn e-mailed back to say that all is well and that I can block the person if I want. Huh? Okay, that may just be a bot or a trainee who messed up, then, but it was still strange, something to do with the European Central Bank, among other things.

Looks like there’s been hacker activity in my LinkedIn account again, too. Dated 3 April.

To specify: I received a message from someone claiming to be part of LinkedIn, who asked me to participate in something to do with the European Central Bank and in something else, to do with conflict resolution, within the LinkedIn context of article creation. (There were links but I didn’t click on them.) I contacted LinkedIn and they said that they saw nothing wrong with the message I’d received and that I could block the user if I wanted to. The latter seems to confirm that this person was mostly definitely not a LinkedIn employee.

I stopped using LinkedIn two years ago or so.

I should have stopped using it after Jair Roxo, one of my oldest contacts on LinkedIn, someone I had actually worked with, which understandably must have seemed very unlikely to that hacker, had been replaced by a week-old contact with a very different face.

There’s been a heck of lot of nonsense in my LinkedIn account since.

Next morning (10 April), 09:20: now I at Leysholme Crescent, Lower Wortley, in Leeds.

Question: A thought struck me… Do I need to interpret this as “Lee’s home”? (Lee is the name the person who’s been popping up in my life since 2008 and who seems to be based in Winchester Road in Portsmouth gave me when he first approached me openly digitally, which was by a text message in 2011.)

Do I need to read “Lower Wortley” as “lower worth Lee”? As he does seem to have some issues in that respect? Who is this person and why does nobody in Portsmouth know him? What is his story? (Besides that he’s a hacker.) I’d still like to know.

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As I am really feeling quite crappy and cold during the day, often achy overnight and particularly my muscles are acting up and I still had some left-over laminar flow tests, I decided it might be a good idea to check if it was Covid. Would have been good information to have, if it was. (Whatever this is, it started 8 to 10 days ago.)

Nope, it ain’t. Okay, now I know this.

I’ve just discovered comments from 2 and 4 years ago on my YouTube channel that I don’t think I’d ever seen before. One of those videos was from before my most recent attempt to escape from Portsmouth. I played the penny whistle in it. (I stopped playing after that escape attempt because I now have a strong tendency to associate music and musicians with narcissistic, misogynistic abuse.)

I also just discovered that most of the information on my home page has once again been removed by the hacker(s). It seems to have been done overnight, but as I can tell that I am on someone else’s network again, it’s quite possible that the information has only disappeared on MY screen. The information has disappeared on my “editing” screen, but is still there when I look at the actual page, even after reloading it.

The same thing has happened before, by the way, fairly recently. What’s the message. That all I am now is a victim of Portsmouth-based abuse? That the confident happy smile has been wiped off my face forever? That I’m just a piece of excrement?

Have been logged out of my Wikipedia account.

(Still producing a shitload of mucus and coughing my lungs out, btw, but am slowly getting more air again, I think.)

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09:30: Now the info is showing up again in my editing screen. Someone’s fucking with me.

For the record, the page had stopped after the bit where I say that Vernon-Jackson seemed to believe that I was learning-disabled and continued where it shows the photos of what I looked like when I moved to Portsmouth.

I’m going to remove these particular bits now, the bits that have now been removed from my editing screen twice, and will place them on a separate page.

Hacker appears to be in my computer while I am typing this, but I only have one indication for it and that one does not give 100% certainty. Removing stuff from my screen, in my browser, can be done remotely by simply connecting me to a mirror instead of to the actual page. I know how that works; I’ve used the program httrack in the past.

Httrack is a website copier, an offline browser. You can edit the pages that you’ve downloaded and it’s easy enough for my hacker(s) to connect me with a version of webpages that they’ve amended. Why? To trip me up and/or to make me sound like an idiot.

09:42: have all my tags disappeared?

09:45: Now the home page has been completely rearranged in my editing screen…

Am suddenly offline. After that, I discover yet another e-mail account that I’ve been logged out of.

A post that I wanted to edit on this site opened, then closed, then opened again and opening it took “forever” to start with.

So far, since 2009 already, there’s always been retaliation when I talked about what was going on in Portsmouth, what was being done to me.

I have in the past called myself Portsmouth’s Bijan Ebrahimi a few times, and that’s quite correct. I’m still alive but that may well be the main difference between his situation and mine.

Got logged out of the BBC site in the course of today.

Twice this morning yanked a web page away from me and suddenly put something else on my screen (not Mentour Pilot this time but something random that I didn’t recognize). I think that this can be done remotely, does not need to be done IN my computer.

07:07: I’ve just started up my computer. The first thing I discover is that I’ve been logged out of this site, and out of one of my protonmail accounts. The next thing I discover is this mail that is not from academia.edu; unless they’ve gotten hacked, and this is not done by my hacker(s), how is this possible? (Let’s contact them.)

What this means is that I should probably go through this website to see what’s been changed or removed by my hacker. I also need to check out my YouTube account, because once again, it looks like someone has messed with that as well. It’s happened before.

08:08: Yes, have been logged out of my YouTube / gmail account as well. (I had done a search on YouTube this morning, on a whim and what I found surprised me, such as subtitles missing that I remember having added and, possibly, old videos online. This has happened before.)

08:10: Of course, Google believes that I am in Liverpool. I am not using a VPN for this particular connection. I tether, location is on and I am at my desk in Portsmouth.

08:50: I’ve also been logged out of the Guardian.

10:09: I repeat, the e-mail below is fake. I have received this one before, too, and many more like it.

10:22: I have also been logged out of Academia.edu

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Physically, I seem to be doing better today. Yesterday, I was a wreck, but how much so only became clear when I went outside to go to Aldi. I took an allergy pill in the afternoon, two NACs in the evening and two NACs this morning. I seem to have a massive inflammation response going on? In any case, I am getting air this morning. I can breathe.

I am still coughing up a lot of mucus, though, and my muscles are still a bit painful.

Hacker is playing around with the theme “time” again. Still no idea what he’s going on about.