1. This week, I am suddenly coughing my lungs out again and am having trouble breathing (and it seems to be allergic in nature as taking an allergy pill helps for a few hours ), am now also having some muscle cramps in my legs and sweating a lot overnight. As of about two days ago, I am getting commercials for very expensive organic, mycotoxin-free coffee. I have had these physical complaints before in this flat and eventually I started wondered if my lock-picker was somehow poisoning my coffee. So I started hiding my coffee (but I’d recently stopped doing this, and it may of course be a coincidence, but hiding the coffee does seem to have helped).
   
   Related is that I also noticed a long time ago that I have almost no water pressure. I have checked the water meter and it seemed to confirm that. I wondered if my lock-picker was somehow poisoning my drinking water and that he needed the pressure off to be able to add something to my water. I have taken a sample and sent it off to a lab; I should have done this years ago. Better safe than sorry. Better looking like a fool than allowing harm to continue without even trying to verify what’s what.
   
   (It’s also possible that the lock-picker decided to lower the pressure because dripping sounds from a faucet annoyed him. My ticking clock seemed to have been stopped too at some point, though it’s hard to tell why it stopped working; I thought it was broken and took it off the wall, but it later turned out to be not broken at all.)
   
   In addition, it’s possible that the low pressure has led to excessive toxic black mold growth inside the tap and its supply pipe.
   
   That said, I’ve had small leaks in my home, similarly – but more subtle – to what happened in the stalking of Tracey Morgan, each time discovered after I’d been away. In one instance, (green) mold growth alerted me to the leak.
   
   Remember that I have received a birthday/Christmas gift contaminated with lab bacteria (from a soil experiment) and that, among other things, various items in my flat have been destroyed or damaged – including a foldable stepping stool – and even electrical wires loosened (with screw lying in the cavity behind a wall switch that I had actually opened before to tighten those screws) and animals maliciously interfered with, and that my CoQ10 bottle was emptied. There has been a reference to “kidney disease that isn’t manifesting yet” and I’ve noticed that I seem to have lost the ability to sweat in warm weather, although the latter could be sheer coincidence. In addition, there was a hint about someone out there actively trying to destroy or ruin me.
   
   So I have good cause to be vigilant alert and can’t afford complacency, but admit that I am worn out by all this vigilance and suspicion, regardless of who or what exactly is behind the stuff that’s caused it.
   
   I have also had e-mails from two different people who told me that I should take magnesium; this was completely out of the blue in one case and perhaps a little odd in the other one. (One came from the person who sent me the contaminated gift.) I did purchase Osteocare about a month ago, but it didn’t seem to do me any good, to the contrary, and I stopped taking it after a few days.
   
   (I noticed that copper has the ability to cause muscle pains, chills and lung problems as well as kidney disease. I haven’t looked into anything else, and I only looked into it this morning, on a whim. I had the heat on all day yesterday and am freezing right now, too, but that does not mean that it’s caused by too much copper.)
   
   

Also, ChatGPT is even worse than I thought. It’s referred to an article in The Guardian that turns out not to exist (https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/apr/06/ai-chatgpt-guardian-technology-risks-fake-article, by the Guardian’s head of editorial innovation) and it’s also referred to a non-existing article in The Washington Post about a trip to Alaska that took never place during which George Washington University law professor Jonathan Turley was supposed to have sexually harassed students (https://futurism.com/the-byte/chatgpt-law-professor-false-accusation). Who can he sue about that, I wonder?

08:15: am seeing a potential sign that there may be someone in my computer and there definitely was someone in my computer yesterday evening. There appears to be someone in the room under mine. (Heard a sound that seemed to be coming from it, but all is quiet apart from that.)

09:47: Computer froze, had to flip wall switch. (And yes, there is someone in the flat under me. Making calls and receiving texts, chats or calls. Possibly left at 10:03; door closed but not sure if anyone went downstairs, wasn’t paying attention.)

10:03: Google thinks I am in the West Midlands. When I allowed it to access my location, it concluded that I am based in Birmingham. I am not using a VPN for this particular connection and I am at my desk in Portsmouth, with location on my phone on. I tether.

10:15: Interference with my internet access? (I can’t update this post, and have to reload the page.)

Computer froze again, had to flip the wall switch. Rebooted the lot, phones as well, so am now on different IP address but am still logged in on a site where I don’t think I should still be logged in after that. (It is a site on which I sometimes very very clearly get messed with.)

Now something else has popped up locally that is intriguing. Am not saying what it is yet. Could be nothing. Might not be nothing. We’ll see.

I have started to wonder if the flat under mine might simply be housing a group of Amazon delivery drivers. As Amazon provides the cars, that could explain why there are always different cars. It pays around £25 an hour, off the top of my head.

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This comment does not show up at all when I look on YouTube:

So I can’t reply to this comment. What am I supposed to post on Reddit?

This is just like for example this comment below about cutting off my nipples never appeared on YouTube either. (It somehow just gets fed into my browser on my screen, pops up, but there is no link, not to the comment and not to the profile that supposedly posted the comment.)

(Roger Downey, of the motorcycle shop next-door, who’s seen me suffer for years, has watched me live without electricity and food, in ill health and utter powerlessness, utter misery and sometimes in fear, is one of the locals who knows about this particular comment too. He thought it was all hilarious and mocked me.)

(I was really really worried at the time because everything I tried to do in terms of income that would enable me to get out of my shitty situation was deliberately being sabotaged by someone out there and I’d previously gotten this message that suggested that someone was out to destroy me because it was so much fun to destroy an intelligent person. I don’t remember if I had electricity at the time; does not matter. The jerk merely mocked me, again. He saw how stuck I was and relished my misery.)

(So yeah, this, and all the rest, as well as men of all ages – strangers – grabbing their penis and yelling something really bizarre at you or just yelling something really bizarre at you – not every day but far too often; in fact, it’s only ever happened to me in Portsmouth – is also quite typical for Portsmouth. So, yeah, I want the hell out of this vile, fiercely misogynistic town with its stupid ‘drangheta culture. And I want my goddamn life back. I’ve mostly just sat here, for years, unable to do a damn thing, just waiting for the abuse and sabotage to stop. I have made FOUR escape attempts. I have contacted my embassy and I have tried contacting the United Nations about this, and so many other people and offices locally. I want out. I want the hell out. I want my goddamn life back.)

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14:58: Even though 2FA was now synchronized (see last bit previous post, after which btw, the computer froze), I was unable to log in again repeatedly on the same website, was getting fake error messages that very clearly conveyed “we want you dead”.

Then the computer froze again and I had to throw the power off the wall switch again.

(phone was running hot again too)

Doorbell rings, someone comes upstairs, male voice talks. Someone leaves again, within 5 minutes. No car drives off.

11:15: Can no longer log in to a particular website. (This, btw, is a site I got fucked on last year when I started working again on getting outtahere asap; I think it is also where I got that thing about the football bets, which for the record has nothing to do with that site.) 2FA not working for some reason and got locked out.

(Possible reason can be time difference between “the network” that I am on and my real time. I’ve seen a time difference of two hours a few times (on a site with the day’s economic calendar); am not currently seeing that, but am seeing 1-minute and 2-minute difference between phone and computer, which is really odd as both are on same internet provider. There was some stuff this morning, however; see below. I’ve also already needed to throw the power off to reboot once.)

11:29: Decided to reboot everything. Computer wouldn’t shut down so had to flip the wall socket’s power switch again. Now everything is running on the same time again.

I had only reinstated 2FA on that site yesterday or Sunday, to lower the chance of getting messed with in it again. Had disabled 2FA previously. Changed the password for the 2FA authenticator at a Starbucks before the Android I was using at the time got accessed.

I also got this again this morning… WHAT network?

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(I have been seeing some signs of a possible presence in my computer again all morning, but it’s not a certain sign.)

For the record, it’s possible that me switching on my computer in the morning automatically wakes up someone else’s computer.

11:40: let’s see if I can log in now…

Yes.

12:15: Someone else leaves from flat below. No car drives off. (May mean that cars are now parked along the main road, where I can’t see them.)

14:00: a man’s voice and a young kid’s voice from the flat below. The kid sound like a young boy; have heard his voice several times in the past two or three weeks. Not before, I think. There is also a young woman who can sound very child-like, but it’s not her; she often speaks in a very soft monotone, does not sound like a boy. I didn’t hear anyone come up the stairs, but I had my headphones on for a while. Must be a video call with wherever home is.

14:10: everything quiet again (occasionally some sounds, but no more talking)

14:27: I did hear a man talk softly a few minutes ago (could potentially come from groundfloor flat, hard to tell, but I don’t think so). Still talking, sounds as if he is on the phone. The black car that I saw yesterday afternoon is parked outside again.

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15:30: male talking, sounds like he is on the phone, lasted about 5 minutes. Sounds like he is cleaning, next, in bathroom and vacuuming. They did a lot of cleaning two days ago too. A lot of vacuuming.

16:00: talking and vacuuming again. No woman. No child either. Most definitely not the case that there is one guy living there who works two jobs to support his pregnant wife. She often does not seem to be here at all.

16:10: One person (must be guy, then) leaves. Drives off in the little black car a few minutes later.

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Next day: I’m gonna leave it at that. Whatever the fuck is going on in the flat under mine, it’s been going on for years and years, in various forms, probably. There’s definitely been a lot of stuff going on there ever since Ruth Mbvundula moved out. Oh, wait a minute… I referred her to the city council when the landlord refused to give back her deposit. (In fact… she was probably owed up to three times the sum of the deposit as it had not been dealt with according to the law, but I was not aware of that at the time.)

I will likely still try to connect the various people to the various cars and get their license plates. Might be helpful for the police.

11:30: someone’s in my computer (not surprised because I saw that the time on my phone and on my computer was different again)

Also, I suspect that my tablet’s camera was used 15 minutes ago to spy on me. I suddenly saw active symbols that I had no explanation for but as soon as I checked them out, they disappeared.

11:33: after a guy driving the little black car just left from the flat below, my doorbell rang, and then the doorbell of the flat below started ringing repeatedly, so it’s possibly the same shit going on again that started on 7 February 2023 at 10pm. Not certain, however!

(After that… something else happened that now may have given me a better clue as to what is going on there.)

12:00: Second, no, third, no, fourth sign of someone in computer this morning. Screensaver didn’t kick in.

13:19: here we go again. Phones and computer are supposed to be on the same network, and keep network time, but they clearly don’t because there is a time difference again, so 2FA is not working. Last time this happened, rebooting the lot – all of it – helped. The computer battery is fairly new, in case anyone wonders. Two, three years old.

Other than that a somewhat unusual comment was left on a post on this website yesterday – and until now I haven’t had any comments in years – things are quiet. One thing that tells me that there may be someone in my equipment is when the screen saver does not kick in when it should. That has not happened today.

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Did not go out of my account but is mentioned on the fundraiser page and was confirmed by e-mail.

Someone entered the flat below. One person. Nobody else. No talking. Some talking outside, however.

It’s been quite quiet on my equipment since about 2pm, but folks just entered the flat below again. Does that mean that stuff on my computer and phones will start up again? Time will tell.

19:38: left again

20:20: folks entering the flat below again

20:14: I am so fucking angry over what’s been going on here in this fucked-up little island enclave, all the abuse that’s been unleashed at me since I moved here

Watch this, you fucking vile Andrew Tate clones. This was her third solo flight. All you would have done was cut her comms and do what you could to make her crash, because that is how you tick, you stupid incel-flavored script kiddies. You sure as hell could not have landed that plane, had you been the ones flying it. You have none of what it takes.

Tried to plan two future payments but am unable to log into my NatWest account. Suddenly, whoa has not happened in a long time, am asked for my texted code again, which I didn’t get. Could be a mere hiccup. Will try again. Meanwhile booked the payments in my app.

15:36: I did receive the code when I tried again… on one of my SIM-LESS phones. Checked… The payments are scheduled in my account.

This is an account for which I changed the password at a Starbucks, using a tablet that at that point had not been interfered with yet. Looks like someone’s just been messing with it…

Tried to carry out the payment again, now could no longer access the website. That too has happened before. “Nah nah nah nah nah” Is still in my computer, too. (I can actually see it.)

I then did what I started doing about a year ago. Benefiting other people who became a victim of the abuse directed at me. They were “collateral damage”. If I can no longer do a thing for myself, and cannot escape from Portsmouth either, then I will do whatever I can to remedy that.

I’ve been making all sorts of donations, too, such as to Amnesty International, and even ordered Simon Cowell’s book because the proceeds would benefit wildlife (not that I like Simon Cowell much – compare him against Doug Willen and you’ll see what I mean – but Cowell merely had the misfortune of having grown up in England, I suspect, and he is not a bad guy). In addition, I made one or two donations to them too.

So I just paid £500 into someone else’s account, and that payment DID go out, thankfully. Because she too was horribly victimized by my ordeal in Portsmouth. She has a little kid, and she’s actually only now surviving here and beginning to thrive because of substantial financial support from the Netherlands. I don’t necessarily like her a lot. She bitches too much at and about older women, but I know where it comes from, and I also know that she’s gone through a lot of bad shit too, with (male) partners. I do appreciate her and she certainly never should have been co-victimized by what happened to me in Portsmouth.

 

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Wanted to shut down the computer and couldn’t. Had to flip the wall switch again.

There is someone in the room under my office.

I just conducted a little test and exactly what I thought would happen just happened. I am actively being interfered with again. at least on my computer or internet connection. I just approved a payment in my NatWest app. It’s not going out, not arriving.

Why did I want to make that specific payment? Because I desperately want out of my sadistic slavery situation.

This sort of interference has happened a million times before in the past decade.

Example: I want to pay for my internet by bankcard and am being forced to go buy a top up voucher. When I anticipate and buy a top-up voucher in advance, I suddenly no longer have the option to top up by voucher but need to use my bankcard.

So… I didn’t actually fix the NatWest app this morning. The app I have is a fake, somehow. Doctored.

A few weeks ago, an outgoing payment also simply disappeared. Had to enter it a second time.

Someone just left the flat under mine. I can’t rule out that someone returned to it last night at 3 am or 4 am or thereabouts. Something did wake me up at around 3 and I later did hear some doors at some point but by then I was more or less asleep again.

Computer froze, had to flip the switch on the wall again.

A lot of sudden unexplained HDD activity, computer sluggish.

11:00: It stopped while I wrote this. Does not look like I need to reboot this time.

Someone left the flat below at about that time and it’s been empty since. I didn’t bother to go check if my computer screens are working again now.

Btw, posting from this Android is now was briefly getting interfered with too. I was able to use it unhindered at Starbucks for a while, a place where I could work and feel safe, part of the world, feel normal AND… sometimes change passwords, unseen.

I bought that tablet without the locals having spotted it, took the train to elsewhere, paid cash for my train ticket, paid cash for the tablet. It was a steal, at 50% of its market value, just because it was used. I probably have the cost of living crisis to thank for that, because a lot of people here are desperate and all they do is whip up each other’s despair instead of help empower each other.

One day, I walked in and a young blond woman behind the counter greeted me with a shocking level of hate, sort of the same ice cold hate that that guy called Ashley greeted me with last week, at Cash Converters, no idea why. Okay, worse, probably.

The next time I visited that Starbucks, it got interfered with, this tablet. I was gutted. Too fucking crazy for words.

The tablet that I showed you, Ashley, on the other hand, was a decoy. I did sell it to someplace else and lost no money on it.

(I simply got fed up with the bizarre nonsense of needing a decoy tablet in this fucked-up crazy town, Ashley. Have you ever traveled off Portsea Island, dude? Do you know what the world is like outside of this little island enclave off the coast of England? Or course not. You live in a tiny bubble in which any female manager is only the manager in name, for the stats, but has zero power.)

But let’s be fair, these folks – like this Ashley dude – somehow have been gaslighted about me. There’s just no way that complete strangers can hate a person they know nothing about that fiercely completely out of the blue.

(No wonder I have hated Portsmouth so much. No wonder people here thought that I was the crazy one.)

Same thing probably happened when I volunteered at the Covid vaccination effort late in 2021. Why did so many people there think that I was (basically) senile even though none of them knew me? Makes no sense.

I’d seen that John guy before. On his bike. Maybe half a year earlier.

Twice. I noticed him because the first time he saw me, he smiled at me as if he knew me. Or at least knew who I was. Recognized me. The next time he saw me, he ignored me. Maybe he simply hadn’t seen me, that second time. Both times, I had been on my way to Asda.

Don’t know exactly when that was, but it was after I had posted a video about local politics or written about it. Back then, I figured that that is why he thought he knew me and smiled at me.

You know, when someone gets deliberately isolated by some evil person out there, you start noticing certain things much more. Because you have so few interactions. You notice and remember things you would not have paid any attention to whatsoever in a normal context.

Why couldn’t I get anyone to let me volunteer in 2020 and why couldn’t I get access to any of the local Covid Facebook groups back then, only a tiny one for some small village elsewhere? Why couldn’t I reach almost anyone else around here back then?

Everyone around here always whines about how they don’t have enough of this kind of staff or that kind of staff or that kind of services or this kind, but when you think that you can do something about it and make yourself useful, it almost always turns out to be no more than the usual whining that has become part of people’s identity around here. There is no actual need. It’s just whining. It’s just stuff to fill up Facebook and newspaper space with.

For nearly 15 years, I’ve had little more than horrible abuse in this town. It makes no sense. I knew nobody here and nobody here knew me. Where did all that bizarre hate come from? It just makes no sense. None whatsoever.

No matter where I went in this town, no matter what I did. It always reared its ugly head. Even though I wasn’t always aware of it at first, such as at that community leadership course in 2010.

Who had been gaslighting all these people about me? Because that is what must have happened.

Who exactly in this town is that unstable and evil one? That’s for them to figure out. Me, I couldn’t care less.

Because the gaslighting still has exposed this town’s soul to me, hasn’t it. The level of hate I’ve encountered here is beyond belief, after all.

Most people here show no reticence at all when they target someone who they’ve been made to believe is going senile or is learning-disabled or has some other kind of circumstance going on that they think makes it unlikely that the person will fight back.

That’s despicable, Portsmouth, gaslighting or no gaslighting.

Meanwhile, I continue to get lots of emails for how to pay less to unleash my secret genius if only I sign up quickly. Last-minute deals. I don’t need no unleashing of my secret genius. I just want my life back. That’s genius enough for me, thank you very much.

Am getting trolled by lykosss kakudate2k.

About… stalking.

Have told him to go jerk off.

Had to flip the power switch on the wall again. Computer froze.

Am starting to get a little tense again now. It takes up about 10 minutes each time, so it’s not that easy to ignore and I was actually trying to concentrate on a few things.

This is when I will often do something distracting next, such as watch a funny YouTube short, which is like a mini vacation to reset my state of mind or I do something else to relax. Just realizing that I am getting tense helps too.

If it happens a lot, though, I may have to stop what I was doing, for the day, because it’s a little like driving a car and the car displaying a mind of its own and insisting on hitting the curb or insisting on suddenly swerving to the left or right. If it were a car, you’d want to park it too, right?

Computer increasingly sluggish, froze, had to flip the wall socket’s switch.

Not doing anything in particular.

By contrast, edited a few videos yesterday without problems and had a shit load of browser tabs open without problems.

It suddenly reminds me of young Chris Packham’s determination to own a kestrel.

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Computer suddenly froze again. Had to flip wall socket switch again.

Computer suddenly froze, for no discernible reason. Had to flip the wall socket switch.

Messing with my internet access.

The left arrow jumping to the end of the paragraph again. Question: Is this only the case on the home page?