Sylvanna Devlin

The torture on me has been as up and downs as a whores drawers. That’s the saying. Isn’t Yorkshire a lovely.

Without going in to what – after resisting torture. I blurted this morning.

Gaslighting makes a person forget. But the experimental idea is that it makes you forget to hold steadfast.

If you abuse them enough.

What I have been through nearly drove me to suicide again. Very closely – something spiritual occurred. The a few other times nudged back by my cat. A full further few by hints we’ll leave alone.

The police held back, paramedics were on standby. And everyone heard me slowly lose control over prolonged psychological abuse.

I had a heart attack – as in 211/133 style BPM.

I was on my way out and bellowed in song. Who cared of consequences? I wouldn’t be around.

My BPM drooped.

I was a bit disappointed but planned to take the hint. I’d see if there wasn’t any way I could pull through.

It came up and down like those “idiomatic” prostitutes knickers.

But that was as close as I’d ever get to becoming someone who sold her body for sex.

I sang to reduce is. And the surrounding abuse pushed it back up.

The best part is “all they did was ignore boundaries”

Let’s see…

I got pissed off and needed to be left alone in my own studio and they wouldn’t stop nagging me. I was harassed endlessly by the stupid bitch vaguely from my less pleasant neighbors direction.

My body began to turn inwards. Rage began to boil. Nerve pain flared as my PTSD rocketed through me. Fury on a level that left me a frothing, screaming mess.

Someone had to keep an eye on me as a women “just ignored boundaries” to my death several times.

The words “leave me alone” were not enough. No swearing either. She seemed so fucking stupid and evil.

They let it slip it was an interpretation technique.

I wondered who they were to question me? I didn’t want to know anything about it. It would go to the grave.

I had been hacked, spied on, criticized constantly. My private documents read and I no longer can tell if the whole world has them.

Or a whole department.

It seemed so necessary to me we protect ourselves from psychological operations and acute cyber attacks. And it was information I buried so deeply it drove me insane. It wasn’t my business. I didn’t want to know.

All the technology and techniques I feared were used to “find out what I knew”. Anything that hadn’t occurred to me.

Which was that our government had them too.

A long time ago I was tortured because someone paranoid enough wanted to know information about the NSA. And for a stupid reason we won’t get into. The attacker swore I knew NSA secrets.

The story was, people intelligent enough to use electricity to torture me where too stupid to grasp I was not a former NSA agent.

No. That was the trouble. None of us thought either of us had business knowing what I had heard or considered as a possibility.

So what did I know and how?

Oh boy did I fight and resist. Denting the egos of professionals. I dodged for nearly 4 years. July 28. 2022 being the starting point they went after me and I was instantly driven to the hospital.

I lost control over the course of three days last weekend. It was horrific and no one stopped anyone from criminal level harassment.

Oh yes. Bullying like that is a crime in Oregon. Particularly if a person is in a protected class like a Bipolar person on disability.

As an example.

They blew the last of their payload exposing everything they could do – the whole world able to see the abuse on display. The trashing of reputation, work, personality. And I held fast.

I sealed up.

Then I began a process of recovery. They’d prod a little. But it was quieter.

Except the direct torture using a painful frequency that they learnt stimulated that spot that causes fibromyalgia.

In those without it they discover about three days of what it’s like. Depending on duration.

For those who have fibromyalgia. Depending on length of abuse? The severe nerve pain can last for months. The acute stage being so painful it’s hard not to just end it all to stop that!

Why? So I could go to a hospital and someone search my room. Their sticky fingers sanctioned with the direction they learn what technology I have. But the temptation to take my medication too powerful and almost too blatant.

They were after a hard drive. Certain it held secrets.

That was with me.

As were the USB sticks.

Who was I? How did I know what I did? Who was trained enough to resist (yeah right like any training could probably help). Who taught me “deep memory” (necessity you intelligent but stupid fuckwits)

You couldn’t believe I knew what I did. Could figure out what I did. Dodge as I learned. From escape driving to resorting to loop holes for grocery shopping.

Apparently no one is that good unless trained. They knew I wasn’t CIA. Who taught me?

They thought themselves as smart as it gets. But they didn’t “speak genius”. They were so arrogant and full of themselves they couldn’t fathom nor imagine a mind smarter, faster, more flexible, quicker to learn, ready to fight, out of this world diverse with a memory better and faster than Google.

No one, in their intelligently stupid world compares to them. Not even the academically inclined the daughter of THE TOP MATHEMATICIAN, GLOBALLY

They obliterated all their secrets and tactics trying to discover how I learned all their secrets and tactics. Because while some I initially heard, they were learning on the fly

How did I know?

Yep it is that stupid.