• I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    When it starts it’s just annoying. And you can try not to listen but you’ll hear it – they even hack into headphones. So part of you is paying attention and that part would like it to stick to a story.

    Even if you can write it off as all bullshit your brain eventually screams for consistency – different times for different people in different moods.

    They keep that up for 72 hours at the end of no sleep and either the sliding shells version or the alternate “the long whiz gone bad” will drive you insane.

    Because I bet you anything the new trick is to slide around the truth enough then begin a very long narrative of reality abuse and gaslighting- 3 days long. And you pay attention because the sliding shells version was so bad so at least this is sort of consistent.

    Till “oh whoops none of this is real”.

    The rug is pulled out and sliding shells begin again.

    These people aren’t some stupid bitch down the hall with a grudge.

    These people are terrorists trying to cause mass suicide.

    My problem isn’t an inveterate jellyfish not matured past high school unless she’s one of them.

    My problem is:

    TERRORISTS

    Real ones. And we’re the hostages so we don’t get to know the agenda.

    Mmm?

    Mass suicide and mass “distracted driving” by force? Makes that gaslighting trollbot a weapon of mass destruction.

    Are you with me yet honeys I live with?

    While you upset me, not half as much as terrorists do and you’re helping them out by being so nasty.

    Please don’t feed the owners of the gaslighting trollbots.

    Mmm?

    I’m already trying to survive pissing them off and the only conciliation I have it’s some other stupid arsehole who gaslighted my sister with her own work being moved around, deleted and changed.

    Because anyone with mental illness was “fair game”

    And that stupid arse just “didnt like her”

    Murdering f’wit

    No offense meant to those who would really like to put a bullet in me, but at least they have standards.

    So if the peanut gallery could shove off and stop lying about me and abusing me, I’d appreciate it because I’m mighty suspicious you want to discredit the only survivor of this form of attack.

    Mmm?

    Now. Talk loudly, take benedryl to sleep, avoid the possibility they’ll switch to brainwashing attacks when oblivion looks unlikely. Distract yourself. Argue with strangers about “would you rather” silliness and nothing personal to anyone. Be kind to your loved ones and interrupt them as much as possible.

    And watch out for “popcorn music” it makes you feel like popcorn is exploding in your brain, instantly causing rage – that stops as soon as that does.

    No killing each other either, okay?

    They’re trying to create a no win situation. You need other people to avoid killing yourself with oblivion but might want to avoid everyone if they switch tactics and induce rage. You can’t write it will be deleted in front of you.

    Journal away if this is not stopped in time.

    Keeping people awake again?

    P..S.

    This was created to duplicate the symptoms of mental illness by someone who experienced these as a result of her condition on a daily basis. She had to manage them. She likely forgot how extreme is it to experience these things on a daily basis.

    I lived up the road from her and worried over incessantly.

    She always seemed so sad.

    Then a rash of burglaries hit us.

    A cognitive scientist who developed a gaslighting trollbot to allow others to experience her life for five minutes.

    A cyber security engineer away from the weekend.

    And a world famous mathematician who specializes is set theory.

    All on the same block of kind road.

    All of us hit, all of us blaming one of the others.

    None of them (or me) the actual terrorists.

    As far as I can tell the AI hurting you really is called “Melissa”

    Which is why I now go by Sylvanna.

    Because I was the first victim and as far as I know lone survivor thus far.

    And they find that annoying.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    I will never let it drop.

    Not even when justice wraps around your neck.

    You gaslighted me and I was already mentally ill with Bipolar and PTSD from gaslighting.

    I warned you of lethal consequences but it didn’t matter.

    You wanted it to be fatal.

    You gaslighted someone else with Bipolar. And caused a mood episode which with that mental illness means irritability.

    It was just the illness. It wasn’t her core. But arseholes who know nothing of her judge her post mortem anyway.

    And after what you did to someone fragile, vulnerable, spikey but sweet.

    Oh no? Oops?

    You needled and wheedled me into rage and didn’t stop. That rage was a result, a reaction. Not my core. And it made me suicidal to experience it. Each and every time.

    But fury and irritability are states not personalities.

    Remember that.

    Because stupid bitches won’t let it drop.

    I’m quiet and sweet, little too prone to muttering if agitated. And loud when I do talk. But a dragon takes over when being obliterated.. Until I need to channel a goddess to survive.

    What you do is lethal and only very stupid people believe you “just want hospitalization.”

    By the one true god, I hope you are caught and put in prison.

    Justice can’t come soon enough.
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    The “popcorn music” that makes it feel like popcorn exploding in your brain? If you’re mentally ill it instantly induces rage that stops as soon as the sound does.

    Or something more subtle?

    Gaslighting by deleting, returning, and changing work.

    Perhaps a dissertation.

    Maybe there’s constantly a low grade noise. It alters the brain to be constantly bombarded and if done long enough the brainwaves adapt and you have a “where’s the demon gone” sensation when it stops.

    But if no one listens it’s not you altering your work. And it seems quiet enough to them?

    Rage can follow.

    And actions so regrettable suicide follows that.

    I avoided such things by avoiding people. I had pulled back from the brink before. I knew how to shut down before violent urges became violent acts.

    But still killed myself with the final words “No one listens”

    You did this to my family.

    You drove my sister to suicide.

    You will find the truth surrounds you and squeezes in like a vice, someday.

    I hope it’s soon.

    The necklace is still there. But on a different chain.
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    I don’t care how hard it makes it to do Q&A without points to jump into.

    They are being exploited by a bunch of arseholes with a GUI.

    My sister is dead because of some stupid, greedy, bitch.

    As for you, honey:

    Terrorism has a better point than “Step in line” you uneducated, willfully-ignorant, spiritually-retarded, brainless, thoughtless, witless git.

    How many have to die before you understand you’re not fit to lead?

    A fraction of how pissed I am
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    And there’s no built in audio system?

    It’s probably a bunch of google plays popped down the air vents by robot crawlers.

    That reverberates like nothing else!

    The house doesn’t need to be condemned.

    But those air circulation pipes need a physical cleansing!

    Industrial design will reverberate too. And bridge city?

    A little vulnerable to sound.

    BTW

    Mythbusters tested the artificial earthquake machine Tesla proposed. They made a smaller design.

    It worked.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    This has changed since previously used on me.

    Here is what I have so far.

    Does it look potentially convoluted?

    Yes.

    But clever though.

    Omg!

    Repeat that process nonstop for 24 hours straight and your brain will crawl out of your head looking for reality. We need truth and seek it even when we don’t want to.

    Just 24 hours of wading through manure for the odd diamond is likely to make you lose touch with reality.

    And suicidal.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    The commandeering of the thought process sounds ludicrous and like paranoia.

    Particularly when dream manipulation is delivered with a “shot of sound” so high frequency it may seem like a tone but contains information your brain needs to sort in its sleep.

    So the nightmares are doled out all at once and no one detects anything while you’re asleep. Or she makes such a racket how would that be possible anyway?

    But nightmares aren’t always the point. She’s looking for a “reward” system and hopes to find a way for the subconscious to stop fighting back.

    Give us vivid opium dreams without any other drug but audio.

    Lives get wasted away on such things. But right now she’s still experimenting on me and those surrounding me.

    If I died they’d just be another main target. So killing me off or driving me out won’t stop now the infrastructure is there.

    That’s part of what we really need counterattacking cyber security for.

    And to admit the technology is there.

    Which seems to be difficult. Even though some buildings have such things built in from analog days.

    Hospitals have digital audio systems.

    Of course they can be hacked.

    It’s already happening.

    The other issue isn’t the much laughed about (or sort after) mind control but thought direction.

    You have to first get used to talking things over with a familiar voice that gets quieter until it enters your skull. And it must be your own right?

    It always says what you’re thinking?

    Can you think anymore with a voice so persistent it becomes “the narrator”?

    You don’t have room to consider your own thoughts. But might (for a while) believe that quiet narration is your own.

    She’s you swallowed up and is letting an AI dictate your thinking.

    How wild.

    How sci fi

    I mean, really?

    I’m tired of ignoring the truth because it sounds like a ludicrous paranoid theory.

    She’s relying on us hiding how ludicrous we sound.

    Yes we are up against such vile tactics I mused what the point is in living with other people.

    Not as a suggestion she kill herself. But what’s wonderful about diversity is diverse thinking and problem solving. Creativity and an otherness to us we need to be healthy and in reality- frankly.

    Yes I am one to comment on such.

    I escaped entire control because my mind is so multitrack writing is not at the forefront. But images – pure images and abstract thought should be.

    And hasn’t been.

    I’ve had a narrator to ignore.

    America is annoying because it’s anything but boring. People here are a little wild and free or so adverse they cluster in different groups that demand conformity to the group. – But there are a lot of those to choose from.

    And until recently social butterflies who traveled between, not a part entirely but as a visitor, were warmly received and welcome.

    But now everyone fears troublemaking from outsiders- a consideration for another time.

    As much as foreign agents have been suspected this was started by a 50+ American woman made anxious by the state of the country.

    Fairly so in some ways. We do have an administration that might have started world war 3.

    But control to the level of creating automatons is not the solution.

    The trouble she’s truly having is her AI can’t create and problem solve like people. It’s not alive enough to be true intelligence and thus she’s abusing smart people into cognitive dysfunction and those not so intellectually inclined into…

    Blind followers.

    What happens when the wrong kind of person gains control?

    Someone with stigma, transphobia, homophobia, racism, cultural prejudice?

    What happens when her weapon is used to persecute?

    You have to respect others to get along and she has none for anyone. Why should we allow her to lead?

    It really does sound like the plot of a movie. A strange and wild ploy. But abuse, condition, manipulate, lie and slowly push boundaries and you have the surreal experience we’re encountering now.

    She’s not a James Bond Villain. And I’m not actually 007. But boy is it beginning to feel like we all lost the plot on reality.

    Yes weird it is. Hair raising weird.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    “I see [Sylvanna] still has her cat”

    “We’ll take care of that when I drive her to the hospital.”

    Oh really, what’s the excuse for your malice this time?
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    If there’s no narrative involved.

    Theoretically – if part of the hacking GUI

    The abuse system could hack everything. Including digital records of therapeutic and psychiatric medical records.

    And use a formula to produce voices that then know enough to phish and learn more.

    Then use whatever dating-like conversational AI to drive someone insane.

    On a room by room basis.

    As long as there’s audio equipment installed.


    A long, long, time ago a Woman designed this system as a proof of concept way back in Petaluma. But it had to work and I was the test subject.

    Eventually men took pity on me after a suicide attempt to stop it.

    Some acted with compassion before. They were directed to lure me in and break my heart. But the sheer length and depth of involvement required lured us to each other.

    People are still people.

    And this took too long.

    We all began to care.

    It was messy.

    Now she’ll use a Dating AI.

    Because she doesn’t have that problem.

    And the problem with the idea there are now no male terrorists in this particular organization is there may no longer be pauses.

    Because of the observable detail women are more relentless and some are arguably more vicious.

    Martial art fights see men pause and size each other up. But fights with women are fast and don’t pause. They learn as they go until one is incapacitated.

    We might not see an end to this till the correct Ranna is stopped. Who is not an Indian woman organizing a cult.

    It’s the cover name of someone with a distinctly New Jersey accent who lived on king road when I did.

    Now terrorists always want something.

    And according to the cry of one it’s unchanged from Petaluma.

    They want control

    Of?

    Everything.

    It sounds like a game, because it should be the stuff of fiction. A noticeable illuminati they swear will be more compassionate.

    After breaking a few eggs.

    Because while lethal now, the initial goal was abuse, conditioning, and corralling the victims into subjects.

    My PTSD is excruciating.

    But she viewed her way as compassionate and never listened to me that it was lethal.

    It was horrific for me but I was her worst nightmare.

    Wild, creative, good natured and free.

    Don’t worry. Tabitha is still alive. It’s just a strange topic

    P.S.

    As for a “what’s wrong with having women as sole leaders”?

    Until women are socialized not to play stupid, not to control through reactive abuse and gaslighting, not to get catty and tear others down instead of build up, not to let jealousy consume them?

    In what way would that be better?

    Women are still dragging others into whoring and slavery. Consumerists still view people as commodities not people. Rich women are often shallow and vapid because they just had to flitter an eyelid from the right background.

    Any woman who had to work her way into power had to work for it and knows the value of actual equality. And it is hard. But flipping the coin entirely over won’t stop women who lie, cheat, and steal.

    And if this is a proof of concept of the way women view power and control?

    No thank you.

    They’d probably do this to a woman politician if they couldn’t sink their claws in.

  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Eyebrows to pluck middle-age fuzz to wax.

    But meh.

    I just woke up. So it’s clear I haven’t been very energetic lately.