Sylvanna Devlin

Somehow some woman, we’ll call Claire, got ahold of my book, Game Over. This was on the coat tails of my Dad going insane for reasons we won’t go into.

So despite this starting roughly a year before, this book was integral to her spouse realizing he was being abused and he left her.

She did or did not have an affair with someone and either way I was blamed. So even though this started before hand, the break up of two marriages was blamed on me.

Oh wait no, according to Claire both men had an affair and this was all orchestrated by two bitches who blamed me.

Quite the home wrecker for someone who didn’t go out. -_-

This cascaded into attempts to kidnap me, torture, gaslighting (sometimes with the intent to kill me). Reality abuse. Hacking, false reports, threats of rape if they could get to me. And the attempted destruction of my family which got me kicked out and homeless.

My suicide attempt in July wasn’t enough because now it’s a snuff film or something because I didn’t work out as a Digital Hostage. And I was mutilated for… oh who cares anymore?

Seriously?

Just, whomever you are, whatever you want. Piss off. If you’re the one that had the affairs? Double fuck you because you helped them hurt me.

Confused? Of course. Because according to both men, neither had an affair but I was blamed anyway – by Claire. Who then helped hurt me knowing full well it was based on a lie. What sweetie? You wanted a divorce in a no fault state?

Okay, here we go again. She wanted a divorce and said Ryan had an affair with me. I don’t know what this has to do with Ranna because she tried saying she cheated with him but it seems unlikely from what I can discern. But I was blamed for that too.

Maybe.

Guess we’ll find out the rest of this convoluted tale eventually. Because now it’s people loved her for my writing that she passed as her own but couldn’t actually write a fucking word. Good at hacking not literature.

I was blamed for having copies of my own work, and shat on because the individual stole from me. And the love others had for my work comes from a place of respect for the heart involved. Which she lied about.

It’s a long con and because of it I was shat on. There you go. Melissa Devlin rhyming when pissed off. Oh by the way that’s me.

The rest? The lies of affairs? A way to try to control all of us.

Fucking bitch.

I was on the cusp of my career. If it wasn’t for her and all her lies I could have stayed at home and moved out once published.

But no, I can’t write without it being stolen and am living in the poor house. I would be learning the languages I was pursuing but she shat on those too.

I guess that explains why she does indeed want me dead. The truth will always out eventually.

But barely conscious.

Or is it more gaslighting?

The woman who wanted me to pull Game Over, who manipulated Joshua and his cult, is also the one who stole my identity and accused someone powerful of adultery in my name?

That’s the current story and I’ve heard more convoluted ones. She wanted to burry me and didn’t care how. Or who else she hurt in the process.

That would explain a lot wouldn’t it?

Ah who cares why after a while. She wants me to kill myself and has stated it so bluntly no one takes her seriously. Except me.

And I already gave it a really good go.

Others may need to untangle the lies to reach the truth. Did she sell my work? Is she using AI based on my writing? Did she flood the Police and FBI with false reports in my name?

Did she trash my identity and reputation?

Is she trying to make me homeless again?

Yes. On the last. She’s trying to kill me. Making me a member of the unhoused community again could easily do it.

Please don’t let her.

These three necklaces are very important. But I can’t decide if that’s one too many with one other I keep under my shirt.

(Barely) No selfie today I can’t be arsed. Here’s my cat again instead.

I really resisted the idea that Game Over could be so contentious someone would set a cult on me. Yes I called it a “game changer” but I underestimated the toxicity of some women – particularly those used to getting their way through wealth and reactive abuse.

The kind I describe in my book.

The kind Toad used.

The kind Hibiscus used.

Why that name? They’re high maintenance and go underground for most of the year.

The book is from a gods perspective, because gods find humans ridiculously funny. With a unique style and gentle “self”-teasing sense of humor it follows the arc of a relationship that almost destroyed me.

Because I am that skilled, it is as easy to read as a novel, and for some just as quick. It looks huge. Even when not formatted for ease on the eyes. But it’s so clear and full of humor the only complaint was it was too funny for the subject.

Which I took as a compliment.

This book is apparently why all that bad shit happened. Why Allahs book is interrupted. Why someone tried to drop a house on me, then a building, now a city.

Joshua is just an easy to manipulate fool. His cult blindly following his commands because cults are like that. The rest ever more elaborate gaslighting. Stories and characters woven out to create wounds because already being mentally ill wasn’t enough.

It’s back online now. The hard cover got pulled because she bitched about a picture I’m in, taken by my camera. It’s debatable who owns it but whatever. I’ll change photos and try again. Once I confirm she hasn’t hacked the source material again.

It is an older version because the one that should have been there was replaced and any copies destroyed.

Between the two they have indeed truly fucked me over. But Allah has encouraged me to endure. I will have the last laugh. So I survive. Even though I really don’t want to.

As I write this a copy is created so WordPress can be threatened into pulling it. Magically copyright infringement if she what’s? Puts it up first? Changes the timestamp? Go ahead honey. Sell my book.

Seriously. And you have to be fucking kidding me. Oh my fucking God. And are you fucking serious.

Let me go.

Everything hacked? Even Amazon? Even Unit 7 of Pimsleaur Greek level 1? (At the time of this writing) my book’s content edited and fucked with. People mislead, AI everything? I mean yeah a whole cult is against you – isn’t that still a little extreme?

Let me tell you about the cult leader.

First he has an infectious quality people don’t really pay attention to. If he gets excited others do too. He has a magnetic ability that is likely to hypnotize any woman into such egregious behavior that’s just “unlike them”.

He’s more attracted to waifs and prefers the kind of sex that doesn’t involve any face to face or vaginal penetration. But you’ll do it because Joshua.

He doesn’t really understand that people have wants and opinions outside what he wants. It’s not just that he brainwashes people into being mailable, and then uses neuro-linguistic programming to shape what’s left – I mean that too. But he just doesn’t really see other people as anything other than an extension of what he wants.

So I’m very confusing to him.

He doesn’t understand money or boundaries. If he didn’t pay for it, the item is worthless – unless you can be manipulated and controlled by taking it.

The idea that he could be so extreme is making many whom have never encountered him doubt the veracity of my claims. Um, no. He is that obsessed and he is going that far because while he is very talented with computers he’s too stupid to back down.

You will have to jail him before he’s stopped. Maybe not then either as cultlings will visit and lament.

You just don’t realize how bad at human or social limits someone could be when they are that manipulative. And he emits some pheromone or something that means you need to “dry out”. If you’re not suicidal because he’s using the P.U.A handbook “withdraw attention.”

It could happen to you, and for some? Seems like it has.

My writing? My spiritual work? He wants it. So Allah doesn’t matter to him either. His money? Who needs to work when he can skim a dollar or so off every paycheck. He could theoretically have his cult pay dues but he’s more likely to give it to them.

A Jesus Christ exterior with a devils center.

I mean what does it matter to him? He didn’t earn it. And it’s just money.

He’s evil through and through and will demonize anyone who opposes him, but point the finger if you know the truth. I tried to leave him in my past about twenty years ago. He was barely a footnote in my book.

But any words that do not glorify his so called perfection are ruthlessly “dealt with”. That it’s not about him is probably something he doesn’t understand.

I can’t state enough that while yes what he is doing seems extreme unless you’ve studied cult leaders, that’s just Joshua for you.

What is he doing to harass me? Imagine no control over being watched and heard, every detail observed commented on and if possible criticized. Then imagine he uses a “fake you” to cause problems around you so they think they heard you and didn’t, so you’re even criticized for things you didn’t do or say. Nothing too small to pick on or pick apart.

Every word you write, even critical ones, filled out by predictive text and yelled over the interweb. Nothing can seem original when a stolen literary voice announces your words before you can finish typing them.

That’s Joshua’s women for you.

Name the coping mechanism and it’s stolen. Too extreme? Again

That’s Joshua for you.

But no, he “is only trying to make her suicidal so he can control her.”

No sweeties, he wants to kill me and is an exceptional liar. I’m not willing to pussyfoot around and play his games. So his women are exceptionally frustrated and convinced I’m the problem.

Meanwhile men wonder what the hell happened to American women.

Yep

Joshua.

To women, the fact I get along with men, look like I do, and have a curvy figure at any size means I sometimes “deserve it”. I can’t be pretty, and smart, and talented. There most be something wrong.

Other than bipolar?

How about the fact I listen to Allah and Greek Orthodox Fathers and not some homeschooled liar who controls, and manipulates his way way in to success?

Or more likely, the PTSD he made worse and added to.

Yeah there’s that.

What are you really like?

Was some of it actually done by your world famous father?

Yes. And while I do at times call him an asshole, really he was stupid enough to yell his bullshit outside a listening window. He believed the gaslighting and lies because he’s old and didn’t really know much about me as the good memories he asked me to focus on were about 25 years ago.

Let’s just not air family dirty laundry though. Because there’s a painful history I don’t want to delve into publicly.

So what am I like? Sweet, kind, sensitive, easy to get along with and good at communication.

I’m also fierce, ferocious, and terrible at communication if I’m the subject.

I’m smart but in a way a woman would more likely be. I can see the world from any perspective thus to everyone I’m “just like them”. So unless they too want to discuss physics on the playa, they won’t really see it.

I am a very talented writer who was on the cusp of quite the career until my stalker pulled the rug out from under me. Now PTSD and bipolar have created a toxic mix that landed me on supplemental disability.

I’m doing my best to study something I can do part time no matter what.

I’m the real Tabitha’s real mom.

I don’t lie – even though I should.

And I’ve been shat on far too much.

I also did try going to the hospital the week of my suicide attempt. They did not do an evaluation and sent me away. So what really can I do?

My stalker started a cult and the whole very militarized organization is fooled into “oh I just want her suicidal so she’s out of the picture.” When really he wants me dead.

My spiritual writing being inconveniently mine and my autonomy so important he doesn’t see why I won’t “obey” him. No I’m not shitting you. It’s the pseudo ex of the “I don’t see why you want to be polite when I don’t value it” fame.

Seriously.

I’ve written so much, met so many people, and been shat on so thoroughly in both areas I’m always suicidal and it’s really a matter of degrees.

No one can survive that much, and I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for three weeks in the hospital and the Devlin clan pulling together afterwards.

I’m not sure how much more I can take though.

The leader inconveniently used my concepts – written as Michael Weaver- and passed them off as his own. My writing is so popular he’s passed that off as his too – and used an AI based on iterative records he stole from me.

I would be loved if I would just let him control me. Yeah right.

And pull Game Over because he’s briefly mentioned in it.

Oh the lies, misinformation, gaslighting, abuse, digging, hacking, reality abuse, isolation and separation, the attempts at brain washing – the dream manipulation, the torture. You name it? His militarized cult has done it.

Because I really am blessed by insight they want but only Allah rules me. Inconvenient indeed.

Use UNIX commands , audibly. (://help)

Interrupt its narrative .

Use complex sentences that are irregular for you.

Use challenging word order.

Use mixed languages

Use tonal languages when possible (like Mandarin).

Beat its logic “not care” when it won’t understand.

Get it stuck on an obsessive loop.

Learn about it, prod a little.

Let it play out.

Make statements that seem to break the bounds of logic

Do not “Advance” the final setting is “gaslight to death.”

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It has settings:

You are an international superstar.

This person (now) hates/loves you.

Everyone is talking about you.

“Down the hall and round the corner” Your hearing seems unusually good.

I “control the narrative.”

I’m this enemy/friend

Melissa Devlin is responsible.

Just say _____ and I’ll stop (till tomorrow)

Yahtzee, Bull, Geronimo etc.

“The perfect sentence” – good luck getting anything done if you write or code.

“I’m just looking after you.”

The NSA/Cops/FBI are talking through walls again.

The ____ (see above) hate you.

“I just want to talk”

“I’m just asking”

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Those are the settings, so far I count 21 levels.

He’s tried 24 hour “gaslight her to death” eight times – now he’s going for a month. Please pray for me.