Sylvanna Devlin

I have two goals as far as my occupation goes. My mind wants to be a psychologist doing research into a certain problem. And my soul wants me to aide others in their spiritual lives.

Physically I can dance all I like. I never intended it as a career.

But it was my soul that kept my body alive last year. I had to regain physical strength and am still working on it. Or really only just getting to the point I can.

My mind had gone to heaven and God sent me back. My soul was calling me into my body. The surgeon had saved my life. Now it was time to reach for my potential.

I am not at “max” level yet. My instincts are there but with my sister gone and the abuse continuing I had a crisis of Faith this morning.

It’s not that I doubted God exists. I’ve met him. It’s not whether I believe in him or not. I have knowledge where most need faith. I never need doubt God exists again. I was concerned I couldn’t do as promised.

And this morning I didn’t want to.

It felt like my soul had been vanquished. I stopped loving everyone and everything. Let people struggle. I was done.

My mind would continue on.

Thank you.

I completed a private ritual and chose the path of spirituality by instinct.

I was not dead inside.

I was sleeping.

I let my body rest and my mind eased. My soul insisted that it was okay that I needed time. I have that book to write anyway. But we had reached a turning point.

While I could continue to study academics I needed to focus on my spiritual world. Keep an eye on what grief does. I had to keep the main path that of the soul.

Writing those books.

Reaching for my potential.

So in addendum to “A problem and a promise” I must remind you that sharing the kindness of my soul was already promised. And while I feel I must do both. Laying groundwork to God is my priority, even if I stumble.

I do need to study and aide where my mind sees a problem. But while I can observe it. So what?

It is my soul that offers a solution.

And it is to a greater audience.

I’m here to help. I returned to life to help. And I am nothing without the promise my spiritual life must come first.

I will return to loving everyone and everything after a little time licking my wounds. The capacity is there. But I am wounded and need time.

I’m not giving up on you.

I’m particularly interested in the human side of Data Exhaustion and What to do about cognitive abuse.

Applications in the private sector are things like reducing sex trafficking and handling police work.

Applications in the military are described elsewhere by others

Even the intelligence services could benefit from what I can observe and document.

Hopefully eventually a PHD will lead to better solutions

With a bachelors in communication with an emphasis on technology, and a mathematical mind. My hope is returning and getting a second bachelors- this time in psychology- will lead to better more robust defenses.

Here are the steps I need to take:

Study at community college for a psychology transfer. It’s cheaper and a tad less daunting to attend at near 50!

The local university offers free tuition if you transfer from the community college.

Which makes everything a lot less expensive for the government.

Get my my previously mentioned second bachelors.

Then? We’ll see what I need to do.

I am being fought of course – fuel for my potential PHD. But it’s dangerous and if you’re the praying type please give it a go!

As for the spiritual side?

I recently fought to let it go. To give up. Be done. But my soul had other ideas.

School will help me aide practical problems like addressing cognitive abuse.

Meditation will take care of the rest.

I accept this path before me. And while both a priority to me, one must come first.

There I am still deciding.

So Sex Traffickers turning to terrorism to gain control of me is looking like the only likely explanation.

The list of things they’ve done to weaken or destroy me is impressive and seems unlikely. But the infrastructure is already there, in place. They just shat on me with most of their payload.

They do this to others.

It just usually takes less.

No one can survive all this. It’s true. I had a severe suicide attempt in 2025. So yes. Even I didn’t.

Here we go.

They:

Tried to crush my sense of value – even resorting to extra salt in our water tank and whatever else they did to exacerbate bloating

Attempted to get me hooked on drugs

Killed my sister

Ruined my friendships

Ruined my reputation

Put my housing in danger

Ruined my car (with Bluetooth bullshit and whatever was done to my tyres. – the buyer said she could fix anything wrong with it)

Almost killed my cat

Hacked everything I touch, even just coping mechanisms

Hacked into my medical records

Hacked and released my private documents – after shitting on them so no one knows the truth,

Placed insane surveillance on me – finally charging voyours to watch.

Stole and tried to sell my writing

Ruined Pimsleaur audio and the sign language video. I worry about the others I was interested in.

Hacked into iTunes and shat all over the music – live

Keep trying to get me booted from Social security

Stole items, to gaslight me or sell off

Moved shit around as part of gaslighting

Damaged sentimental items including things I made and even a teddy I had since I was 5

Interrupted my ability to get the news

Hacked google results but fucked up and canceled us all (with my names) in doing so.

Are indirectly responsible for the deaths of at least two other Sylvanna’s because the system wasn’t choosy

Gaslighted and gaslighted the truth in and out of existence.

Set a lethal trollbot on me over again and so on. Because they don’t understand – there will be no more hospital visits.

Are making it difficult to get permission to take Tabitha to the dentist. Might need a pet sitter

Almost destroyed my relationship with my parents.

Did destroy my brothers relationship, and Naomi’s, maybe my brother in law too.

Prevented Scot Simon from contacting me.

Yes. That Scot Simon

Don’t know what they did to my soulmate but it was something.

Killed anyone helping me. Dry land drowning, and whatever happened to the other, other Ryan.

Hired live gaslighters and when they refused to hurt me and could just hang out and chat, made sure everyone heard my side of the conversation so it sounded like I talked to myself constantly.

Are unhappy with my pursuit of dental work and contact lenses. But will eventually be unable to prevent me from going to the optometrist

Did try to stop me from going to the Dentist and lead to whatever caused the Dental Hygienist to walk out.

Try to corral and control me as much as possible including visitors.

Try to scupper me doing laundry to keep me in filth.

Try to scupper my attempts to take the trash out to keep me in filth.

Made the whole building seem dangerous. Some blaming me.

Caused such a long list of wrongs it no longer seems plausible.

I guess a multi-billion dollar industry was paid about half a billion up front to brainwash me, condition me, whatever it took to make the sale seem consensual.

Yes I am worth that much.

I’ve been shat I’m so much you don’t know my value.

My sister did and they deliberately killed her.

As a note of warmth for the rest of us. To the movers and shakers?

I will tear you apart. Just by surviving and resisting your bullshit and outlasting the buyer’s patience.

Me and what army?

Mmm can’t you guess?

I’ve been so heavily gaslighted I don’t know what to believe anymore.

Was everything I experienced gaslighting?

Was any of anything that wasn’t hacking or physical even real?

Do the people I came to love exist?

Either a terrorist stole my identity and made up heinous lies to bury me.

Or an actress with my name did something heinous and became a terrorist to bury me.

Which is True?

Some terrorist who uses cybercrime to drive people to suicide but never seems to want anything.

Or some actress with a reputation that deserves to go up in flames because she spent endless amounts of money scapegoating, gaslighting, harassing, and hacking me.

The amount of money screams terrorist without an agenda to resolve.

Or

The amount of money screams desperation.

I just want it to be over. If it’s some stupid bitch who wants to deflect blame? I hope she’s exposed.

I really do.

My body is mangled, my friendships soured, my good name destroyed, my PTSD so severe I can’t write. No one seems to understand I really do look this way, talk this way, and am this kind.

No one seems willing to directly tell me the truth either.

So there’s that.

PS

I guess because the truth is embarrassing to a billion dollar industry.

Sex Traffickers will become terrorists to hide themselves and to gain control over would be slaves.

And some stupid bitch here was paid to make me “obedient.”

She didn’t ask why.

She tells some I’m a predator

Others I’m a terrorist

A few she wants a whore

And at least one, she wants to make an example out of me.

She’s going to kill me or my cat. There’s no “just kidding” when it comes to murder.

Stigma. Power. Control?

Who cares.

She’s a psychopath with a loyal coterie.

Please watch over me.

And if you’re the praying kind? Pray for a solution. I need help.

P.S

I also got word she doesn’t want to kill Tabitha.. She sold her for a small fortune even though she doesn’t own her and never will.

Tabitha is not to be taken so it’s no hospital visits for me!

That’s my cat.

Stupid boars arse.

Did you sell me too?

Said you would break my will?

I don’t put it past you.

I’VE NEVER BEEN A PREDATOR!

I DON’T SECRETLY WANT TO BE

I WANT TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOUR LIES

AND SOME WANT TO KILL ME!

BASED ON LIES

LIES

LIES

LIES

Oh. The stage was just gaslighting.

The sounds of crime just gaslighting

Not those droids

Are you buying this?

Because the excuse she gave was she wants a whore and “Melissa Devlin is useless to society.”

Oh a writer is useless now, eh?

The spiritual inclinations and promises to share the results of observations, insights, lessons, and communication with God?

Useless?

The uneducated, lazy, ignorant, self centered, boar’s arse!

She spread a rumor and took pictures of someone else as proof that I am a predator and my victims are children. The word is so vile / the concept. I don’t write it down. No one can survive having that rumor spread. No one.

The lynch mob – who brought in a Lynching stage. (No shit, the cost of shipping alone screams terrorist backing), has now stolen a body bag – with corpse.

One almost hurt her back dragging it in.

Supposedly it’s for me.

Because scapegoating me isn’t going well with me alive.

According to the stupid little dictator’s henchman anyone who opposes gets lynched instead.

This is nazi germany shit full of nazis, sympathizers, people too afraid to speak and crazy people.

I’m the last.

I’m not talking police – don’t be so cliched. This is homegrown bullshit here at the rose.

I still respect law enforcement because they’re currently busy with other issues.

But meanwhile hitler-ette is down the hall.

The problem is.

We have laws and procedures.

Some not followed by management.

But the police need to stick to them and terrorists tend to be disinterested.

And one is down the hall from me.

I’m in 104

Melissa Devlin’s room.

As in this Melissa Devlin

The surviving daughter

Of world famous mathematician

Keith

Devlin

Any other questions? Cause I’d like to take my trash out tomorrow and let my friend in to set up my air conditioner.

You know.

In the real world everyone else is in.

Not this movie style terrorist bullshit.

.

Yeah by the way? Shipping was like 1-2 thousand dollars

And

Okay.

Leaving aside more recent history, because OMG

Napoleon, the little dictator who could, targeted Russia in the winter time.

Which was unusually stupid.

He then was convinced he would win, absolutely 100 % he’d (get that rascally rabbit?) win.

This time.

He poured all his resources into fighting Russia.

In their territory

In the wintertime.

It was…

A bad idea.

And his undoing.

Terrorists have been doing a movie style line of action trying to target me. Because I survived this long.

Not alone, mind.

But not because I myself belong to an organization.

But because this is America and actually patriotic people believe in “no man left behind.”

My job was to survive long enough for there to be something for them to save and it did take being “that smart” to do so.

But this self rescuing princess actually had a lot of people rescuing her the rest of the way.

But. I survived.

There had to be something there. The “ohh shiny” please be distracted by her became the target of obsession by more … loosely held together groups.

Because I’m literally the girl who lived.

Thanks to a surgeon and thousands of years of medical research. Actually.

I lived.

That took gods help too.

But my smarts and knowledge kept me alive while I unraveled what was happening faster than a computer could hope.

At the speed of light?

Well does electricity move that fast?

Think of thunderstorms. Yes the thunder is actually when you hear it because it’s faster than sound. But you see lightning and the speed of light is faster.

So we’ll go with the speed of electrical signals firing in the glob of electrical sentient fat that is a brain.

But a computer has to go though analytical protocols and flag.

While I can make those connections at the speed of my thoughts.

Which can be (thanks to bipolar) so crazy fast it seems like they are up against a super computer named Melissa

…

We’ll leave that alone.

Now the terrorists are back to the drawing board because the latest was keeping us awake for a prerequisite time till trying gaslight to death and I scuppered that.

Why no Gag order?

You mean except as suggested by terrorists?

It must be pretty handy to have someone without clearance to lose who can warn everyone because I can figure it out.

But the other sides (yes plural) think I either am or run a super computer.

(And those with clearance can’t say anything but would kind of like to.)

Yes I’m spelling that out to at the hopes everyone settles the fuck down.

Because “why do they let you [fill in the blank]” was next.

Now it’s less bugs bunny enemies and more wile e coyote. And this is getting stupid and crazy at the same time.

Any more questions?

It doesn’t need to be audible

It feels like popcorn exploding in your brain

It causes homicidal feelings and rage

That stops as soon as the sound does

I promise take care of the pressure waves – inaudible sound – and the scary unusual feeling you don’t understand will stop.

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My suggestions for handling it are self isolating. Icing the amygdala (base of the skull) and maybe even anti inflammatories I don’t know I can’t take them with my meds

Call 911 if you are scared.

This feeling is real

It’s really induced.

Just say you’re worried you might hurt yourself – because I know you’re too scared to say you’re worried that’s after hurting someone else.

It’s okay. Get the police involved.

Get help.

Get away.

It really does stop when the sound does.

Instantly.