• 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.

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

    There’s this result

    Result one, again trying to learn who Rana is.

    Wow? My name?

    Ummm the fuck?

    Now I can’t find the original result either.

    Stop asking why I don’t “google” anything anymore.

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

    Even though I don’t want to be.

    I want to go back to quietly trying to make it as a writer. I was so close. Book ready, agent search started.

    Now my writing has been stolen, read, shat on, shared, and used.

    It doesn’t matter when it comes to publishing anymore. My personal desire to write privately has been destroyed. So self publishing is out too.

    As for any normal fame?

    No public figure will acknowledge me after the lies those stupid bitches spread. So I can’t even get into the public eye.

    I have spiritual writing when that isn’t being stolen and shat on. But no room to be publicly acknowledged as good.

    But the lies, reality abuse, manipulation and bitching means my neighbor objects to just the idea I was ever good. Like she’d know or even be able to recognize it.

    Even if I had strayed bitches like her wouldn’t let me climb back to the light.

    And there’s no fucking rhyme or reason. I’m a sweet, kind person who got hit hard by a terrorist.

    I figured out and shared some of what she’s doing.

    And some manipulative bitch living here helped them out by spreading lies till I wanted to kill myself.

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

    Apparently the inordinate money spent spying on me, gaslighting me, hacking my computers, and all the lying, harassment and rumors are because there’s an Actress who took my legal name for the stage and she’s just some unintelligent female dog.

    Really?

    Come on.

    Fine. The awful woman can have my name now everyone has shat on me because of her. I’ll go by Sylvanna Devlin.

    Now settle down.

    Me with the wild fury I feel right now.
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    Drink some water

    Nibble on some food

    Get some sleep

    Give yourself some time.

    No one snaps back from that

    And it’s not your fault you’re a little out of touch from everything. Not just reality but who you are. What’s going on.

    If you disassociate so badly you’re unsure of your name it’s okay. You will get yourself back. The attack is just that skillful

    Try drawing this as a gateway back to reality. It sounds stupid but the under over and trying to get a perfect circle and triangle size might be the only thing you can focus on right now

    That’s okay. It’s a cognitive attack. You’ll get it back.

    This is simple in design but takes enough focus to get cognition purring along and if you mess up? Who cares? It’s a circle and a triangle in a vaguely Celtic knot pattern. Toss the page and try again.

    It’s interesting enough when you’ve been knocked offline to fight boredom and return cognition.

    Which you need.

    Because that experience is scary.

    If you need to, call 911. Show them your ID and say you barely recognize your own name.

    They’ll take you to the ER

    They’ll arrange a stay in a ward. There are people who simply can’t sleep. People whose divorce caused a breakdown and those with mental illness.

    The nurses will be very gentle with you. And if you ask for a journal they can usually get one. Some might even be able to find pencil crayons.

    Drawing this symbol can be very soothing. They’ll let you continue once you are in a safe place to recover.

    When I needed to do that I had dissociated and disconnected so much I thought I was a dimensional traveler on a movie set!

    I recovered.

    But I heard voices for a little while.

    Just not forever.

    If you’re scared to tell them what you secretly believe that’s okay. You still have a thread attached to your normal life.

    Just tell them you’re dissociating so heavily you don’t feel attached to your own name.

    No reasonable psychiatric personnel will get pushy with you. No one can force open your inner world. And they don’t need to.

    (Please read after the image)

    Basic but enough to focus on.

    P.S On sound:

    Partially disconnected intercom systems are a menace. Can’t help wondering if they’ve stayed disconnected.

    It would certainly explain a weird buzzing here when I first moved n and a bell next door.

    As they’re not digital they’d be capable of “warmth”. So lots of frequencies most digital output didn’t even send to a speaker. I don’t know about what digital speakers receive and blast.

    Sound goes out from your mouth into a microphone (digital or analog). Out of the mic or a computer/other instrument, in to a mixing board or other way of processing it. Out again to a speaker that receives it and blasts it.

    Always out from what produces sound into the next stage even if that’s just your ear!

    Digital devices were more limited.. They flattened audio and used to be unable to use all frequencies. I don’t know if Dolby labs ever fixed that!

    What I do know is we could all be going nuts trying to find remaining google plays and tobacco tin sized transponders when every room has a built in speaker.

    Maybe give the guy who hit oblivion some space and investigate old technology too..

    As a side note, audio cable can “hum” if crossed with an electric wire. Even both insulated. Don’t do it! The noise gets a lot more noticeable at higher decibels!

    P.PS

    Now a pissed off message to “users”.

    The mentally ill are not lessor or your chew toy. Sod off with your stigma. You vile, disgusting monsters.

    Don’t play with me.

    Don’t tempt god or my psyche with “let me try” or “be careful”

    Oh hehe

    Haha funny

    “She always makes a mistake when that’s said”.

    Guess it’s just that annoying.

    You’ll get the luck you deserve, I don’t even need to curse you.

    It’s called Karma you stupid assholes.

    And yours is so bad your energy reeks

    But because I’m bipolar with severe PTSD you think I’m “fair game”.

    To play with, invade my privacy, lie about, to manipulate and control, make worse, whatever sick vile game you’re playing next.

    I guess we know your next victim has a mental illness.

    You are using a terrorist weapon first designed to make sane people experience mental illness. For some the effect is possibly permanent.. Particularly as a form of PTSD.

    It’s possible to recover but takes time and licking your wounds.

    And you are using on people already suffering.

    Why because you were actually the intended victims?

    Don’t be so stupid.

    Also if you are being victimized by the peanut gallery they’ve proven they’re vile thus their opinion on you is irrelevant.

    P.P.P.S

    Apparently my neighbors are so spiteful they’ll try to ask a question so it sounds like I’m answering someone else. My apologies to whomever was in the hall. I only know you might exist because they can’t stop gloating.

    Wee

    They have so much fun being abusive arseholes.

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

    Cyber security counter attack.

    Install a virus on transponders that goes back to the trail of transmission.

    Must be possible to trace Bluetooth.

    But transponders, not infected computers.

    Tabitha likes my laptop bag. Which is the closest I’ve been to my laptop in at least a month!
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    For a lot of people

    Tired and annoyed
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    They might not know they’re the ones the active system is on.

    It’s probably a bunch of google plays hiding on networks and not everyone knows how to look for visible ones – let alone hidden.

    If someone has a computer connected by Bluetooth they might not know either.

    Dial into them, activate the Bluetooth and use a hidden app to play the music we all hear.

    No suggestions on the voice overs. The dangerous message was with the looped audio..

    If a cybersecurity counter attack dealt with hidden google plays on networks there’s a chance to do it.

    But each police department needs a counterattack cyber security team and while they exist, they’re expensive.

    The need is there though. So I suppose once everyone is done blaming me for being able to figure this out – and tells the FBI the truth?

    One will eventually become such a necessity a mini division forms.

    Until then we have to manage as best we can.

    We’re all fed up with gaslighting trollbots!
  • I was a writer. Now I seek more to life.

    I apologize for my part in disturbing your sleep this morning.

    I worked on my journal even though I promised to wait till 9 am.

    As frustrating as that is for me because I like to write in the early am

    But today I heard a message in distant music, a quite dangerous one.

    It was suggested that the trollbot might wake everyone up by reporting what I was doing.

    Just this time, see if it can be helpful to get something done early.

    Here’s why.

    Lack of restful sleep makes you more open to the power of suggestion.

    A quiet voice – one that has become familiar and usually friendly- can suggest you kill yourself while you are asleep.

    You might just wake up depressed.

    You might wake up in front of your medicine cabinet.

    You might never wake up.

    The first two have happened to me.

    The latter happened to a neighbor before I could wake everyone- she was rushed to the hospital but it was too late.

    The sound structure is there.

    It’s more than possible.

    Keep you agitated and awake, manipulate your dreams when you can finally sleep, and get you used to a friendly guide. Worse, maybe it becomes part of an inner monologue.

    Be wary of helpful voices, be wary of anything interfering with your own REM. And try to get those sound devices offline.

    All it takes is a shove.

    And we have mass suicide on our hands

    Meanwhile lock your medicine in a lock box and bury it under your bed.

    Get some sleep. Wake up entirely. And care for yourself and others