Sylvanna Devlin

I know. That joke was terrible.

Because the Portland skyline is bathed in the most beautiful light!

But

And this

Thank goodness for AI that mostly ignores screens!

Better than instinct I suppose.

So far the lingering communication lines has women obsessing over every crumb of potential gossip – particularly if it’s remotely about me. No matter how inaccurate.

And men want to know why I’m obsessed with that topic and half the time it’s news to me that there’s something to be said of a topic.

So my apologies to anyone passing by of remote interest to gossiping geese because apparently sheer proximity is enough to stir up wild speculation

PS

On a separate note. Try to remember how important it is to know the computers name – in Unix specifically. But generally it affects things.

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No reason

I wrote a book under my legal name. It was about my marriage, its demise, and the reactive abuse they used.

I much longer ago had an ex who in more resent days became a consultant for intelligence services.

Women loved him like they would a cult leader for reasons described in earlier posts.

Reactive abuse is mainly used by women and passive aggressive enbys.

Joshua was part of the creation of a hacking GUI and AI and made it accessible to buyers.

People like terrorists and foreign operatives etc. And his proof of concept was to do as he did to me.

But while I did kill myself, I didn’t stay dead.

Indeed the concept and capabilities were all exposed wiping out on me. Even his current identity. And it exposed his cult like status with women.

Women who use reactive abuse.

Women who find me a threat to their power and support a terrorist just to piss people off. Play stupid so we waste our breath on stupid arguments. And distract from the main issue.

Joshua- Andrew and his Hacking AI with easy GUI.

And his customers.

So…

I’m okay

Just exhausted.

I feel as Tuckered out as Tabitha

Manipulation

It’s the last weapon of mass population destruction and they’re getting away with small scale experiments.

Manipulative individuals training for psychological operations. Who appear not to be able to take responsibility when caught so everyone wastes their breath listening the ways they were cruel. How they can lead to suicide.

And what can they do but comment on my dyslexia as I write. But squirm because they know it’s wrong but playing stupid has so far gotten them what they want.

What great wrong? Let me share the consequences first:

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Inability to stay awake

Inability to concentrate

Inability to physically heal correctly

Inability to maintain psychological health.

Psychosis

Suicide.

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I’m at stage 2. Hoping promises of stopping abuse means all abuse from their terrorist technology.

So what has happened?

The same technological infrastructure put in place to enable psychological operations – more clearly and directly trying to induce suicide is being used by individuals either to stupid but have paid for the opportunity. Or who think they’ll get away with murder.

I’ve gone in to what it takes before. Because it was everything from a tobacco tin sized transponder slapped against metal to reverberate signals. To placing google plays. To more direct commandeering of others computers, televisions, anything that can be hacked and produce audio- even if that’s supposed to be just an alarm.

It’s probably still all a very clever manipulation of Bluetooth. My stalker in chief set up an elaborate system to drive a person mad. And even reduced to nighttime manipulation the users will achieve the objective.

Mass suicide

Mass inability to work.

A Sommulant population, and a dangerous environment for those whose job it is to use heavy machinery.

All from REM manipulation

You can tell they know that what they’re doing is wrong – or they wouldn’t fight so hard to silence me. They’re torturing me right now.

A game of paranoia to some, psychological warfare in actuality, and training ground for manipulative individuals already one step removed from morality.

Sorry

Forgot the “I’m breathing” selfie.

Stop harassing me

Stop stealing what you can of my 40 books at various stages.

And leave my cat alone!

I am real, and little twerps are being real assholes.

The combination of homeschooling and entitlement has resulted in functional sociopaths.

Unlike neurological issues that prevent an ability to relate to others as others?

Functional sociopaths haven’t got the skills or practice conducting themselves in society. They didn’t have the vital socialization during formative years so they literally need to adjust their sense of self before anyone normal wants to deal with them.

They are sitting ducks for manipulation and bad decisions. And as a result are full of confusion and rage.

I would be more sympathetic if the result in this toxic upbringing wasn’t directed my way. And they don’t have limits if they have a taste of power.

Because of this. Even though people are finally learning I’m a biological, human being? Some don’t care for me being upset at the way they have treated me – and potentially others.

Abuse begets abuse desensitization which begets even more abusive bastards, which begets an abusive society.

And lack of experience developing people skills, plus desensitization to abusive behavior will ruin what’s left of this tattered country.

They think bullying is power, and power is total control. And I’m through telling the willfully ignorant about the philosophical aspects of torture.

Oh yes. A lack of education and abundant opportunities to “let off steam”, crafts a sub-populace of psych-ops ready assholes

Just like I said.

I had considered pointing out all the ways they shit on a real person and just who they’re ripping into. But have determined they know. They just don’t care.

No. It’s worse. They are particularly bothered by it.

Talent, skill, looks, a former vast social network, and generally what was a pleasant enough personality?

Subjects of intense jealousy and in some, rage. They try to tear me down rather than build themselves up.

Jealous

Power drunk

Abusive

Arseholes.

Most of them with a lack of education that will act as a drain hole in our democracy.

May God have mercy on all of us.

This is going to get ugly.

A video game based on torment?

A live action “game” of abuse?

Lacking plot lines and direction my life is the storyline – vaguely so. But recognizable as my life and language for it.

The invasion of every aspect of my life a gamification of harassment that “oops” is real life.

My names used and shat on as people toy with fate.

Are you really that stupid?

Or just that awful?

There’s no such thing as “just words”

And of course that’s not all you do.

Trainees in psych-ops. Bloodthirsty hounds becoming desensitized to abuse and destruction. Handy patsies for a proof of concept.

Who do you arrest if Americans target their own politicians because they either didn’t care, or didn’t believe it was real?

My legal name was stolen by an identity thief obsessed with my entire identity not just some bank account numbers.

I went by a different name, this one, Sylvanna Devlin in Petaluma.

And it was taken and abused – either by a terrorist or someone chatty on social media.

She also became obsessed with my identity – as a writer.

It would seem possible but not likely if the thieves weren’t customers of the said pseudo ex of long ago.

He had watched, played, and toyed. Using me as a commodity and chew toy.

But I had welcomed some invasion of my privacy before I knew what I was up against. I just knew something was wrong.

That pseudo ex, was delighted and abused their system while making digital holes.

As a result of his obsession with annihilating me I eventually recognized his voice.

But by then he was a successful terrorist and I could identify him but at the cost of pissing off an underworld I had no part in.

It was necessary Sad for a reputation going up in smoke. So please don’t use my legal name. I will be changing it. But for now I have to use both.

It sounds like those customers were pretty foul. But no one was willing to tell me what had happened.

They thought I knew.