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We are publishing our experiences from November 2023 to April of the following year. It seems that this kind of thing happens quite a bit, so I will show you the most reliable sources (and transcripts).
1. I was gang stalked. A large number of old nails and pieces of mortar were placed on a residential property and a report was made to the police. My PC smartphone is behaving abnormally, the screen is distorted, the version is incorrect, the location at the time of initialization is North Korea, etc., I can't get out even if I try using a relative's network, and I go to the police, but they won't respond unless it's an incident. When I was taking out the garbage, a car with its lights on came towards me at high speed (this rarely happens as it is a rural area). People who look like thugs/yakuza come into contact with people not only through village beautification campaigns but also at pharmacies. Animal carcasses and flower branches are placed at the back entrance. Blinding light from outside the window leaves an afterimage for four hours. and so on).
2. I was attacked with nerve gas in my home and bedroom, resulting in lack of sleep and decreased physical strength, and in December I was bitten by many mosquitoes, developed a fever, developed sudden hearing loss, and then developed a toothache. However, I suffered from hypertension-like symptoms and was forced to voluntarily quit my job in mid-March. During this period, elderly people in the neighborhood passed away one after another, and Mr. T, who was in his 70s and who he had relied on, was afraid of dying, and he desperately endured the situation.
There are many things that the mastermind may have in mind, so I don't know. Since April, the signs of a gang stalker have gradually receded, and I can no longer distinguish them from worrying too much, and I can no longer distinguish my physical condition while sleeping or in daily life from something caused by me, such as autonomic nervous disorder or phobia. No matter who you talk to, you will be treated as a lunatic or schizophrenic, and even though there is physical evidence, there is no evidence that leads to the culprit, and there is no solution, so the more you talk to someone, the more isolated you become. The gums in the area where I had the toothache became swollen just in the latter half of Golden Week in May, and the hospital was not open so it got worse.
I'm recording the facts, excluding personal information, because I think it might be useful.
Here, it is expressed as "being attacked by a gas," but there are only a few types of gas agonists (substances that activate specific receptors) (toxic gases such as carbon monoxide, inhaled anesthetics, etc.). I think it would be difficult to recreate the experience entirely with gas alone. If it is a gas, it leaves quickly through exhalation, but if it is a liquid or solid aerosol, its effect remains for the half-life in the body. I would like to ask someone who is a technical expert, but if it is possible to induce a shallow sleep and give suggestions using a sound device, or to move the body by applying electromagnetic pulses to the muscles that have been made sensitive by gas, are they used in combination? Think about the possibilities. Author profile: Japanese, male, divorced at a middle age, children changed their names to their mother's surname, lives in a rural suburb, wooden house (There are many structural gaps, allowing electromagnetic waves to easily pass through.), decided to retire at the time of receiving his pension. Shortly before her divorce at a mature age, she was also subjected to gang stalking.
Blog is https://gas-stalker.blogspot.com/
There are some similarities with gang stalking (also known as gaslighting) that can be found on internet searches, but the major difference is that while I was sleeping at night, I experienced ``symptoms that felt like I was being inhaled with nerve gas'' and suffered to the point of death. . The means are engineered like gas (sounds like the sound of replacing a plumbing catheter, the sound of an industrial endoscope moving, the sound of gas blowing out, and the sound of opening and closing), but acoustic devices and electromagnetic waves are also used. maybe. I was told that I could see a light behind me during a video call on my smartphone, and I thought it was an infrared light from an industrial endoscope camera. I checked for radiation from time to time, but no radiation was observed. There is no evidence whatsoever, and we do not know exactly whether gas is the cause of the suffering. Record the phenomenon (sensation) below.
(1) My head is stimulated like a pepper and I can't sleep.
(2) My heart is pounding: from a pulse rate of about 120/sec, which is as fast as when exercising, to a pulse rate of about 70/sec, which wakes me up from sleep.
(3) I feel nausea.
(4) Feelings of fear and sadness run wild: I wake up in fear
(5) Muscles in my chest, abdomen, throat, and tongue contract on their own, and my breath becomes difficult in various ways. Stop. It jumps up very frighteningly.
(6) In particular, my thigh muscles contracted on their own for four hours, and when I woke up in the morning, my muscles were so weak that I couldn't stand without using my hands to support myself. I don't want to taste it again.
(7) Strong awakening
(8) Stimulation of the bladder, urethra, etc., making it difficult to sleep due to a strong urge to urinate even if the amount of urine is low (this happens even though you have purchased a urinal to urinate).
(9) My penis grows on its own and becomes painful, but I have no sexual sensation and have not had a period from December to March. I slowly recovered after the attack.
In both cases, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep and stayed in bed for 11 hours, from 7:30 PM in the evening to 6:30 AM the next morning. I calculated that I slept for about 5 hours during this time.
The following will be recorded in chronological order. At the end, I'll leave a note about the mastermind and my impressions. He had been gang stalked even before his divorce at a mature age, and he fears that his ex-wife or family members were the masterminds. Please refer to this if I die early.
In 2020, I retired from my company at the age of 60 and took a U-turn from the city to my parents' home in the countryside to take a minimum wage job to support my elderly family. My parents' home is in a village on the side of the countryside, and apart from commuting to work and school, there is little traffic other than delivery and farm vehicles. I heard about similar experiences to this one at work, but I had no idea that I would experience it myself later. There were about 3 people who talked about the same symptoms and phenomena that they would experience, and there were also people who (appeared to have) the same symptoms. I wonder if these people are being attacked too, or maybe it's to create the illusion that they are being attacked (in reality, it's only them who are being attacked).
(1) "Sometimes I hear a go-off sound, but this area is far from the airport and the planes are at a high altitude of 20,000 to 30,000 feet, so I don't think it's that loud." →I often hear it myself. However, it turned out that the app was ringing even when no planes (commercial planes) were in flight. It can be loud, and it may be the low-altitude flight of Self-Defense Forces or U.S. military aircraft, but it can be heard many times a day and even at night. Too often. It may be a response to North Korean missiles, but it seems strange. In the end, it is thought that the purpose of various sounds is to make you use your head to think about the relationship between some things and make you nervous (or maybe something is just making noises without any real connection).
(2) When I walk up a hill, even though I am young, I feel so tired that I can't keep up. → My physical strength has decreased significantly due to my cooped-up lifestyle and lack of sleep.
(3) Complain of feeling sleepy while driving. I was replaced. It means lack of sleep. →I also compensated for my cooped-up lifestyle and lack of sleep by taking naps.
(4) During my commute, especially in the evening on my way home, there are some places on the outskirts of the city that are smoky. From what I've seen, it doesn't seem like it's an open fire. There appears to be smoke floating around the house, but there is no smoke or burning anywhere to be seen. What's going on?
(5) "Cold drops from the ceiling of the bath sometimes hit my body in the perfect spot, but it hits me in such a way that it feels impossible."
After working for about two years, I found a new job, applied for it, got hired, and decided to change jobs and work remotely.
The following is three years later.
From the winter of 2022 to the beginning of 2023, four elderly residents of the village passed away. Up until now, funerals have been held from time to time among relatives and acquaintances, but I have a strong impression that they have continued to be held in the same village.
December 2023
I was jogging in the evening and felt smokey. The same trend continued even after I left my previous job. There are many rural areas where there is a lot of open burning, but the smell is very strong and it is difficult to use a light to detect the smoke and find out who is burning it.
A sudden network failure occurs and you are left out. All PCs and smartphones are malfunctioning (calendars are not displayed). I try to initialize my PC, but the default location is North Korea instead of Japan. I fled to a relative's house and tried initializing the network there, but got the same result (I thought I had control over a wide range of networks).
A later investigation revealed that my IP address had been accessed from a completely different telecommunications company in Japan instead of the one I had previously used (according to the site's security records). The telecommunications company is neither a partner nor a competitor. It is thought that the connection destination of the Internet connection device was changed, or that it was transferred within the telecommunications company and connected to another telecommunications company via a malicious proxy server.
The computer at the company where I work remotely also malfunctioned, and I thought I would be fired, but I sent it back to the company for a clean install, initialized the network, and was able to continue working.
Every personal PC becomes strange and the network drive (NAS) becomes invisible. 30 years of personal data suddenly became unusable.
After that, the company PC within the company that was remotely controlled by the company PC also became abnormal. Even if you update the program to the latest version, the version is different from the published version (when you check the version of a normal PC in the company, it matches the published version).
After that, I received a letter from a financial institution in a remote area and was told that people who had not visited the counter in a long time would need to periodically verify their identity, so I went through the process of taking a photo of my driver's license and my hands and face using my smartphone. Since I was using an unreliable line, I was afraid of spoofing, so I went to the police first, but they said that if a virus was detected and it was an incident, they would deal with it, but if the display on my smartphone was just broken, there was no possibility of an incident. I'll get lost. After checking the financial institution by phone and using another person's smartphone, it was discovered that they were conducting this procedure, so they had no choice but to carry it out. I'm afraid that an account may have been created in my name without my knowledge.
Many pieces of concrete mortar were placed in fields and gardens. Since I went around clearing things out, I have many receipts from the city's rubble disposal site (this actually happened). Eventually, old nails and bolts were also placed there, so I took pictures and called the police (Detective M). Although the item was there, there was no evidence of who did it, so a security camera was recommended. He asked me to contact him without hesitation because he wanted to take fingerprints as soon as possible if something happened.
Since there was a stainless steel bolt lying around, I immediately contacted the police. It was another person named N. After greeting him, he was given a scary glare from above for about 10 seconds (I guess he's going to call me already). After that, I explained, but no fingerprints were taken at all. After receiving instructions via radio, they searched for another location and found concrete. I showed and explained that the materials were different from those used at home. Later, when I went to the police for another matter, I found out that they had disposed of it as if it were rubble from my house. This may have been a matter of administrative convenience for the police, but in hindsight, I felt that the police were also involved.
A yakuza-like person joins a group to clean up the area, and everyone turns away (this area is run by yakuza, so I thought it was a greeting). I thought to myself, ``I see, the concrete and old nails were there because an organization had come and told me to be careful.''
During the medical checkup at B Hospital, the gastrocamera was performed by the doctors and nurses at C Hospital. The stomach was clean, but just as the duodenum was being detected, the monitor went off and said, ``Poor contact. This happens often. We are inquiring with the manufacturer.'' The doctor then operated the endoscope. When the monitor was restored, it looked like it had been sprinkled with red dye. It was red so I had it biopsied.
On the way home, there was a flashy blue car that started its engine the moment I crossed the parking lot. The car follows, but it turns south on the way. As expected, being followed around all the time would make him feel anxious and cause an accident, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of doing so (it may just be a coincidence). When I got home, there was one parked over there. Creepy.
I went to hear the results later, and the doctor was from B Hospital. The photo of the duodenum is a different photo full of polyps. When I said that the photo was strange, I was immediately told in a confused manner, ``It was done by a specialist at C Hospital, so it's correct.'' I thought it was the same here, so I withdrew, but they told me the same thing over and over again.
I brought my winter tires and had them replaced. When I went to pick it up, there was brand new mud smeared on the sides of the four wheels. The two people who showed me around looked surprised as their bodies fell back.
``Maybe it's dirt from last year,'' I said, and took it away.
Since around the summer of 2023, I have been hearing sounds like animals moving in the ceiling of my bedroom. Even when I hit the ceiling directly below, it didn't run away and I heard the sound again. Eventually, we heard the sound of something scraping and moving from under the floor where we were sitting in the living room. I heard a similar sound on the ceiling in my work room.
After that, I started having symptoms that made me feel like gas was being injected into my room, and I started thinking that I was using an industrial endoscope or catheter. In fact, no such thing has been found, and it remains unclear what measures were taken.
There is a sound like an endoscope slamming into the ceiling as a way to disturb your sleep or startle you even during the day. I also heard the sound of the ceiling being cut open using a tool called forceps that can be used with an endoscope, and this led me to the idea that many gas inlets would be installed.
I started receiving silent calls and cold calls about 4 times a week. Silent calls usually make me stop what I'm doing, or I feel like they're asking me to do something, and I end up acting presumptuously. From April 2024, when the phenomenon began to subside, it stopped working, and my answering machine no longer worked. Instead, there has been an increase in the number of information on supplements sent by mail (maybe because it's the beginning of the term).
If the Internet connection sometimes gets disconnected, and the answering machine answers after about a minute, but the push button rings twice, the problem is usually fixed by restarting the outermost Internet connection device. There were cases where I was forced to connect to the PC that was remotely connected to the company (I could be forced to do whatever I wanted, so it's possible that I was forcing myself to do so).
Around this time, I began to experience symptoms that felt like gas was being pumped into the room.
In the afternoon while I was working from home, I went to the kitchen and had a long cup of tea, when I got a call, heard a breathing sound, and hung up. I took it to mean, "Go back to your post and get some gas." When I returned to my work room and sat down in the designated position, my head felt like it was connected to some sort of tingling drug. My whole head tingled uniformly for about 30 minutes, and then it subsided, but I was worried about whether I would be able to drive normally on the way to the store with the drug bound to my receptors (especially as a result, I didn't know what to do. There was no such thing).
Other times, although it was silent, it seemed like the operator was talking a lot in the background, or it felt like an office environment. Most of them were 050 IP phones, but for Internet users it was 080 mobile phones.
In winter, when you take a bath, drops of water fall from the ceiling. I'm worried about it, so I use my wiper frequently to remove the drops, but sometimes the drops hit my body. When you look at the ceiling, the only place that looks like it might fall towards you is the ventilation fan. There were no large drops. I felt like I was in a hurry to get out of the bath, so I started going to bed earlier. If I ignored it, there would be times when I would be forced to breathe gas and my heart rate would be around 120 as soon as I lay down in my bedroom, which was terrifying. The bedtime was thus determined to be 7:30PM (this process is discussed on a separate page). When I thoroughly wiped around the ventilation fan, there were no drops, but when I took a bath, about 4 drops of water fell on the same spot on my back in a row. It was about 1 meter away from the ventilation fan, and I was convinced that an industrial endoscope was being introduced through the ventilation fan duct and water was being sprayed on it.
At the request of local governments, it is a regular practice to clean the banks of river before spring. Until a few years ago, we cut grass and burned it down, but to prevent smoke and fire, recently we have only been weeding and picking up trash near the embankment.
On that day, when I left home, the president of the neighborhood association was walking along at the right time, so I went with him. When asked, ``What about everyone else?'' the answer was, ``The embankment is the meeting place, so we don't gather there.'' When I arrived at the site, the president of the neighborhood caught up with me, so I went to the area I had cleaned last year and started mowing the grass. However, people from other villages started coming and cutting the grass, and I was chased away, thinking that my place was different. When I insisted that it was here last year, many of them pointed to the villages assigned by the local government and said, ``The way the divisions are written, it's hard to read the details of the villages.'' I had no choice but to mow in another area, and all the people in my village were working on the area where I had been mowing (last year's area).
Are you ostracized? It seems like they control everyone in the village.
Stray cats have been frequenting here for a long time. Since there were signs of people passing by, sensor lights were installed, and the lights turn on when people or animals pass by. I used to only hear cats during the breeding season, but lately I've been hearing them more often before bedtime. The sensor light will also turn on. I can't see because the windows are frosted glass, so I can't confirm. We thought that this phenomenon might be caused by an agent carrying a speaker that reproduces cat voices imitating a cat when passing by to replace gas cartridges or batteries.
One day, at 6:30PM, I heard a cat's voice several times and the sensor light came on. I went to bed at 7:30pm, thinking that there was no way I was going to go to bed at that time, and immediately found myself in a state of inhaling gas that filled me with fear. I was so frightened that I raised my hands from the bed and struggled to scream. The hellish sensation lasted for about 15 seconds, until my head became saturated and I couldn't hold it any longer and I almost passed out. Next, I felt sad and lonely, but I passed out after about 15 seconds.
15 seconds corresponds to the duration of an attack such as a panic disorder. I think it is extremely rare for two types of seizures to occur in sequence immediately after lying down.
After this experience, whenever I hear a cat's voice, I remember how scary it is and no longer feel calm. I think the trauma was instilled in me.
Mosquitoes are coming towards us even though it's December. Whether it's the living room or the upstairs bedroom. I cleaned the ultraviolet electric mosquito repellent, turned it on, and went to bed, but I finally felt a tingling sensation on my hand. Several small mosquitoes of the same type were caught in the mosquito trap, so they removed them with a brush and put them in a bag to use as evidence. I kept it in my desk drawer, but later threw it away when the gas attack got worse.
Smoke enters the room. It turns into a type of gas different from smoke, and not only can I not sleep, but I am nervous and in pain. I had no choice but to fall asleep early, so I ended up going to bed at 7:30 p.m. and slept for 11 hours until 6:30 a.m. If you wake up earlier than 6:30, you will be rewarded with gas.
The bath isn't warm, probably because I have a fever. I've turned on the electric blanket, but it's not warm enough. I'm thirsty, so I drink water. Red-black pus-filled sputum comes out. This continues for several days, and in the morning I notice that my hearing is getting worse. The same symptoms continued during the day, and her mother, who could not bear to see her, called her younger sister, who advised her that her sudden hearing loss would not return to normal unless she went to the hospital immediately. From my experience, I was hit by gas when I left the house, but I lost my hearing again, so I asked my girlfriend's sister to take me to the Y clinic. He was diagnosed with sudden hearing loss and prescribed medication.
As I was waiting at the pharmacy next door with my prescription, a yakuza-like person I met at a community cleanup group came in. I nodded and said I understood. When asked, ``Do you have a medication notebook?'' she answered brusquely, ``I don't have one.''
When I went to my girlfriend's sister's car on the way home, some cars started their engines the moment I stepped into the parking lot. She didn't follow.
While thinking about how to treat her hearing loss and whether the yakuza was the cause, both her mother and I realized that her molars were hurting. A few days later, when she was taking a bath, her tooth suddenly hurt and she couldn't stay warm. Her pain immediately stopped as she frantically wiped her body and went outside. The following April, both patients still felt discomfort in the roots of their teeth.
They demonstrated their technical ability to be able to do something like this.
When she crossed the national highway while jogging in the evening, she noticed that the car she had been seeing with its lights on was actually a car with its lights off, but she turned it on just as she crossed the road. She feared she might misjudge the distance and be run over. Another day, while she was jogging, she saw someone running in front of her, so she said hello to him, but ran off without saying a word (I read that she was telling him not to jog).
Even on a bicycle, a person wearing a creepy red and black bicycle passes me without saying a word (apparently people are discouraged from exercising outside the house).
When I was pruning the trees around my field, there were a lot of cars passing by, which made it a bit creepy. When I was weeding in a fruit field that was hard to see from the outside, a car approached me and I was in a rush and couldn't go anywhere for a long time, so I ran home. The next day, two plants with their ears and roots cut off and pruning shears were in the pot (I had read that they should not go outside for pruning, etc.).
When I went to the garden on the east side of my house, thinking that I couldn't see it from outside, I was overcome with a strong feeling of nausea. Could it be a lot of gas? There is no gas in the area around my house, so when I climb up on a ladder to prune, the gas hits me and makes me feel nauseous. I try to hold back, but it gets so hard that I can't stay on the ladder anymore. I couldn't clean up after myself and had to leave (I read that I shouldn't go out in the garden either).
One day, as I passed under the eaves of my house, I was surprised to hear a loud crashing sound from behind (I later read that I should not leave the house). When I open the back door to leave the house, it sometimes smells like smoke. This also seemed like a warning. After that, there were times when rooms in the house were smoky.
However, they were allowed to purchase necessities such as groceries. I always announced my destination inside the house before heading out by car (I saw my neighbor Mr. T shopping on foot in the summer, but he died of illness this winter and I attended his funeral). In other words, I thought it was convenient for people in the village to minimize going out, and anyone other than those whose occupation was farming would be immediately recognized as a violator if they were exposing their bodies. In fact, I rarely see people walking when I go out by car (maybe it's because it's winter).
When I try to take out the garbage, there is no problem only between 6:30 and 7:00, and whether it's too early or too late, cars turn on their lights and come towards me at a fair speed. Delivery trucks (not delivery times), light trucks, passenger cars, etc.
Every time, I don't see a single villager at this time of day. The garbage that is already there seems to be dummy (some of it is reused). (I thought that instructions had been given to the villagers to put out their garbage after 7 o'clock. However, some people put out their garbage the evening before, and since it's cold and the time is early, it may just be that no one takes out their garbage.)
New Year
The gas attacks stopped between the end of the year and the beginning of the new year, but when I was pruning, my neighbors, Mr. S and Mr. T, intervened to prevent me from talking to the neighbors. When you are about to leave your house, a neighbor's car slowly passes in front of your house.
Thinking that this might be the last time, he takes his girlfriend's mother to the shrine.
January 2024
I felt that the restrictions gradually increased.
The bathroom floor vibrates and makes a noise. Even when I put my hand out the window to get a cleaning sponge, the sensor starts beeping. I suspected that the underfloor ventilation fan was hitting the floor, so I called Mr. R, who was doing the work, but he came by while we were out and did nothing, leaving the calendar behind. My mother also confirmed the buzzing noise, so it wasn't a hallucination. The vibrations are so strong that you can feel them in your feet.
There seemed to be a certain place in the house and a time when it was okay to move, and if you violated the rules, it would start buzzing, and it felt like the gas attack would be more severe that night (details are given in Chapter 14).
At night, my duty is in my bedroom. During the day, except for meals, I worked remotely on my computer and my mother worked at living room. Even during the day, they seemed to be receiving some type of gas, and there were many unusual things, such as becoming sleepy, getting excited, and both having bowel movements at the same time, although it may be a coincidence.
In late April, we removed the underfloor ventilation fan and inspected it, but nothing suspicious was found. I think you probably replaced the FAN unit with an old one (one that vibrates abnormally due to bearing wear, etc.) while you were sleeping. I thought that the sound of go meant something, but sometimes an airplane was actually flying, so I was tired just trying to figure out what it meant.
By the time I woke up, the noise coming from the window on the second floor, where I slept, had gotten louder. I understood that there would be a lot of noise during the day due to construction work, but even at night there was a constant sound of trucks passing on the national highway, and what's more, it had the added bonus of being able to overcome bumps and bumps. I opened the window to ventilate the gas, and soon a motorcycle with a modified muffler was running on the national highway, going back and forth several times. I had a hard time sleeping and was so scared of retaliation that I closed the window. By the end of April, there was no noise even when the windows were opened and there was no problem. There is a strong possibility that it was some kind of acoustic device (such as a remote directional device that is not attached to the house).
No matter where I go, a car will appear at the beginning of my journey, and when I return, it will be waiting for me somewhere. When I was about to leave my car, two cars from the east and west passed each other on the way to my home. There are a lot of black cars, and the drivers are black so it's hard to see (I think they have smoke on their windows). In some cases, it may be a transportation company or a construction truck.
I said, ``I'm going to the bank to record my books,'' and stopped by three banks. When I got home, I received a call from the other bank that I hadn't been to yet. Are your accounts being profiled?
I announced that I was going to buy groceries, and when I tried to put the mail in the mailbox in the parking lot, I saw two cars next to the mailbox whirring with their engines and air conditioners on, which was scary. When I got home, the car across the road from my house was parked and I couldn't pass, and another car came from behind, and as I turned towards the house, I was almost pinned between two cars. It's too strict that I have to ask for the mailbox near the parking lot while shopping. But how could he have predicted that he would post it in that post? Could a hidden camera have watched you put the mail into your pocket?
The car has been following me for two months, as the model changes.
When I take a bath, the area above my eyes is dark, as if there are holes in them. I thought it was because the window above the computer was bright, but since the dark part was round, I thought it was because a light was shining on it. I covered the computer room with two layers of cloth, allowing light to come in but not being able to see anything.
After that, there was a situation where people and cars were sent outside to make sure they weren't visible. The person who was able to use it once drove to the garden and then returned far away to explore his movements, and while doing the requirements, he felt frightened.
I went to get the small fan I had placed on the porch in the back room to blow out the gas. I could see the window next to the guest toilet, so I couldn't help but look outside, and when I looked up, I saw a small, strong point light source with the color of the sun shining through the window. I avoided my eyes, but the afterimage remained for several hours.
My mother opened the east window of another toilet and received a similar blind eye.
How do you know where you are and where you look? His line of sight is generally outside the window, but what about his whereabouts? Automotive millimeter wave radar can be used to detect moving objects in your home, but does it go that far? He is thorough and I think he is a professional.
The curtain on the east side of the toilet was thin, and I could see a person wearing work clothes who looked like an agent crouching as he passed by. Since it was ostentatious, I realized that it would be inconvenient for people to see it, so I covered the curtains with black mulching sheets.
I couldn't go outside to dry the laundry, so I hung it indoors.
I later checked the installed trail cameras in late April, but there were no photos of the operatives (I'm a professional).
Around this time, Mr. T, who was in his 70s, passed away. I was shocked because Mr. T knew a lot about the history of the village and I relied on him for things like making decisions. Mr. T didn't accept the organization's rules, and I thought he might have been killed as he went shopping on foot in the village.
According to his family, he had undergone surgery a long time ago and developed cancer, which was discovered late in the day. When anti-cancer drugs were tried at a large urban hospital, unrelated areas such as the esophagus became red and swollen, and his condition suddenly deteriorated, leading to his death.
February 2024
This time, I also have ``symptoms like being inhaled with nerve gas'' at night, which is the most painful. The means are engineered, such as gas (sounds like changing a plumbing catheter or the sound of an industrial endoscope moving), other sound devices or electromagnetic waves may also be used, but there is no evidence of this at all. .
(1) My head is stimulated like a pepper and I can't sleep.
(2) My heart is pounding: from a pulse rate of about 120/sec, which is as fast as when exercising, to a pulse rate of about 70/sec, which wakes me up from sleep.
(3) I feel nausea.
(4) Feelings of fear and sadness run wild: I wake up in fear
(5) Muscles in my chest, abdomen, throat, and tongue contract on their own, and my breath becomes difficult in various ways. Stop. It jumps up very frighteningly.
(6) In particular, my thigh muscles contracted on their own for four hours, and when I woke up in the morning, my muscles were so weak that I couldn't stand without using my hands to support myself. I don't want to taste it again.
(7) Strong awakening
(8) Stimulation of the bladder, urethra, etc., making it difficult to sleep due to a strong urge to urinate even if the amount of urine is low (this happens even though you have purchased a urinal to urinate).
(9) My penis grows on its own and becomes painful, but I have no sexual sensation and have not had a period from December to March. I slowly recovered after the attack.
In both cases, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep and stayed in bed for 11 hours, from 7:30 PM to 6:30 AM the next morning. I think I slept for about 5 hours during this time. (5), which seems to have a high unit price, was only used once (I assume it is expensive because it specifically binds to the target receptor).
I was desperate just to endure this. At that time, entire villages were attacked by the organization in order and had to follow orders, and I thought they were the last in the order. The people around me were still alive because there was some kind of hope that if they persevered, they would be able to move on to the next stage and have a normal life and instructions from the organization waiting for them.
If it's just a gang stalker, you can think of it as a play, but the gas-like attacks are so shocking that it hits you hard. Even if you search the internet, you will hardly find any attacks. This is special. Moreover, in this case, Mr. T's death was a terrible thing that happened, and he withstood the attack with all his heart, not wanting to die.
It seems that a symptom called "delirium" is caused by high stress and lack of sleep. However, it is generally not as severe as the above, and I do not see or hear hallucinations. (Or could it be that the experience itself was a hallucination? Could it be that the strength of the legs, which cannot stand without hands?) On the Internet, there are people who say that their thoughts are being eavesdropped. It's true that while I'm lying down, there are gas, twitching feet, and ambient sounds that seem to be reading my mind at just the right time. The mastermind seems to be a psychic or an alien. Although it is possible to monitor thoughts and emotions to some extent, it requires a large number of sensors around the head, so I don't think eavesdropping on thoughts is actually possible. However, as discussed on the synchronicity countermeasures page, if we are in a state where we pathologically link mere coincidences, we may be unable to read when many phenomena that occur (occur) over a long period of time happen to coincide with the timing of our thinking. I interpret it as something that makes you feel like you're being held back. I don't feel like all or many of my thoughts were read into that evidence.
March 2024
Gas at work? However, things got particularly tough and I ended up quitting the company.
On the 49th day after Mr. T's death, I opened the back door and found the corpse of a mole and the fruit of a flowering branch. Symbolizes death and funerals. It makes me think, ``This is the last time and if I don't do what I'm told, I'll die.'' I put it in a dustpan with a broom, but since I can't go outside, I can't throw it away, so I put it in a bag and put it in the trash. After the ceremony, I showed it to his mother and put it back in the trash (it really was there). When the lid of the grave was closed on the 49th day of interment, the sound of a go echoed loudly at the perfect timing.
In April, I searched for photos from the surveillance camera, but there was a record of the vacuum truck worker from the previous day and myself cleaning up the mole carcass and flowers and berries on the same day, but there were no photos between them. The camera was definitely supposed to be visible when approaching the back door, but it seems like the trick was to make the camera malfunction (perhaps with infrared rays or strong dazzling light, etc.) and delete the photo file at the same time (which would be natural for a professional).
For reference, in the winter of 2023, 4 elderly people died in the village (about 14 cases), and in the winter of 2024, 2 people including Mr. T + 2 relatives, a total of 4 + 4 people (8 elderly people) ). It might be a coincidence, but I feel like I'm dying too much.
Up until now, the content of the attack while sleeping had changed over time so that the user did not get used to it. It has been distinctive since then. After my breathing stopped in various ways at 15(5), it changed to the following every day. First, the heart starts pounding, and breathing becomes louder in order to obtain the oxygen necessary for the heart to move. Taking advantage of that breathing, the muscles make small twitching movements until something is sucked in and connects with the target receptor. My muscles become sensitive, and when I try to exert even the slightest amount of force, they begin to contract strongly. The thigh muscles of both legs contract at the same time. At first I didn't understand what he was saying, and it's frustrating to keep moving for four hours and lose muscle strength. Then, when you doze off, your breathing stops. When I'm surprised, my thighs contract again. I thought it meant "hold your breath." Will you stop it yourself this time? I thought it was impossible and ignored it. Then, in the morning, while I was in a deep sleep, I stopped breathing, my heart was pounding, and I woke up in fear. It was exactly 6:25 when I woke up, breathing heavily. That's horrible. I felt like I was hyperventilating. (I woke up like this from January to March, so I didn't need an alarm clock.) The next night, both legs move in the same way. When I try to hold my breath, it starts to feel painful, but then my legs move again and I feel like, ``Okay.'' I thought it wouldn't be too painful at this point, but now my foot is reminding me again. Next time I start breathing in the same place, this time my left and right sides contract slightly, and I feel like, ``It's so different.'' I was surprised that he could pull off such a movement pattern, but his legs moved again, and as I held my breath and held my breath, his left leg seemed to twitch lightly and for a long time, saying, ``Not yet.'' It's so painful that my body starts breathing on its own, and at the same time my legs move and I feel like I'm OK. This will be repeated. As mentioned on the synchronicity countermeasures page, this is what happens when you try to find a relationship between random phenomena. Although the penalties may be scary, we should respond with a bias toward not being cooperative.
The phenomenon of specific muscle contractions was then applied to the face. When I go to bed, my heart and breathing become more intense as described above, and various muscles twitch. Then, the muscles from above the nose to between the eyebrows contract. The contractions gradually became shorter and lasted about 30 minutes to an hour.
A similar phenomenon occurred while I was at work, and my face turned into a grimace. For some reason, just at that time, my younger sister and others drove by and received a souvenir from the trip, but they gave me a strange look. It looked like he was smiling slightly. How did you come at just the right time?
In March, the gas got stronger, and when I tried to lean back in my chair to rest, my legs moved all by themselves and I couldn't rest. I had no choice but to stretch his back while I worked.
The gas is getting stronger day by day, making it difficult to work. He realized that he was telling her to quit her job. He announced on March 19th his intention to resign.
A handover meeting was held on the 21st. At first, there was no gas, but as the handover came to an end, the gas became tighter and my heart pounded in pain. ``I want to finish as soon as possible,'' he says, finishing early.
I sent his resignation letter from the post office in the morning.
That afternoon, Mr. U came and we started talking about the E union. It's been a long time since people came. What change?
Although I was absent from work, while officially working for the company, my heart was pounding and I woke up 3 to 6 times a night. The severe attacks had eased to the point where my heart was pounding, and I was able to go to bed from 8:00 to 9:00.
I started playing around with my personal PC, but the network drive (NAS) was still not visible (I tried setting network shares and private networks, adding support for SMB1, and configuring the registry, but to no avail). I also manually updated and initialized the NAS firmware, and restarted the PC and NAS many times, but to no avail. However, even though I wasn't doing anything, the NAS suddenly became visible, then disappeared again, and finally became visible, even though I wasn't doing anything... After that, when I started another PC, the NAS became visible even though I was not doing anything. It is clear that we are being touched by outsiders, and I wonder if this is still the case even now as I create this site. I guess it's allowed because the mastermind is unknown.
With my PC seemingly back to normal, I decided to have the courage to go outside (going beyond what was allowed, such as shopping).
After that, cars with smoked glass were no longer visible, and ordinary people's cars appeared at regular intervals. Gradually, I no longer feel like I'm being escorted. There was just one day when there were so many cars with wireless antennas attached in the parking lot of a shopping destination.
Her heart rate also dropped to below 70 when she was sleeping, and it was no longer possible to tell whether she was suffering from autonomic nervous system dysfunction due to lack of sleep. One month after submitting his resignation, his heart rate dropped to the 60s and he woke up less than twice.
As of April, it doesn't bother me when I go out by car, but when I'm jogging or my speed is slow, I'm concerned about regular cars passing each other in the village (entering the village from the national highway, passing each other, then returning to the national highway. I don't know what the requirements are, such as going back. Excellent driving skills, when I thought I was heading towards the car, I slipped into the parking lot of the house in front of me. There was no one in the car on the way there, but it took off as soon as I passed. Even if you can see them, they are usually expressionless, and there is very little reaction when you greet them). In a rare case, a car appeared at the same time as I was leaving the car, turned to a different road, returned to the road I had appeared on, preempted the driver, and drove 6km ahead of me until just before my destination. An executive in my neighborhood, who always picks me up, drove himself to work at 8:45 a.m. and drove 1.5km ahead of me there. Around 9 a.m., a car that appeared to be picking up the executive also backed up and stopped, but he didn't come out, and by the time I noticed it, he had backed up even further and was gone.
Around 3pm, I drove out in a different direction than usual, and Mr. W from the village was in the car, and as soon as I passed, he started and followed me to the national highway.
It's an indescribable feeling. There have been cases where the timing has changed from just before to after, or the escort has changed so that they can run ahead of you, but the timing is so perfect that I don't think it's a coincidence.
(1) What I fear most is the family of the divorced person. The children have changed their names to the other party's surname, and our family will perish anyway, but in order to hasten the inheritance of assets, I need to die early due to suicide or illness. → Will it be possible to do it again in the future? Will he be killed? I feel like the following is different, but I don't know (the reason why I think it's different is that the attack period is long and the gas cost is too high).
(2) Local Yakuza organization: Maybe, but I think thugs are enough to instill fear.
(3) Resentment toward the family: His grandfather went to war, so it is unknown what kind of bad things he did.
(4) Others: Public security, a certain government agency, my workplace, and my acquaintances included people from 〇〇 Society, Unification〇〇, and Jeho〇, but I don't think they have such a deep relationship.
(5) Village initiation: Since the villagers were cooperating as a group stalker, this line may be possible. Isn't that too expensive?
(6) I was a nuisance to the company that was trying to sell me because I was taking away my job: It would cost too much to get me to quit.
(7) There is also a theory online that they are being used as guinea pigs to make people more obedient.
I experienced gang stalking shortly before I divorced at a mature age. At that time, I lived in a reinforced concrete apartment complex and there were no attacks like gas attacks.
(1) When I open the door to go to work, a man and a woman wearing coats and hats that look like detectives or spies are coming up the stairs, so I can't get past them. I took a detour to get to work by a different route to avoid having my photo taken.
(2) When I was riding my bicycle home in the evening, a person tried to stop me by flashing my smartphone at a fork in the dark side street. Lower your body, increase your speed, and run straight away.
(3) While walking home, four young men came around the corner with metal bats. At that time, old man hunting was popular. He turned to a side street and fled.
(4)When you cross an intersection on a holiday afternoon, you will see an old man walking across the sidewalk counting what appear to be bills. It was disgusting and I turned to avoid it.
(5) When I returned home, I saw some boys playing air guns in a survival game on the company premises, although it was outside the gate, so I contacted the security guard and asked them to leave (it seemed like a coincidence).
If my wife's family is familiar with such methods, they are strong candidates as the mastermind. They fear that they may not be able to die properly in order to recover their assets.
The phenomenon of gang stalking is often similar to schizophrenia, so they mentally corner the target and label them with a disease, causing them to lose social credibility, being fired from their company, being taken away for lack of ability to manage their assets, and in the worst case scenario. lead to suicide or the decision to commit suicide. It is said that in schizophrenia, many of the hallucinations are auditory hallucinations, and there are also visual hallucinations, but this time there were no auditory hallucinations at all. If there is a hallucination, it is a threat from a car, but there are also sounds and wind, so I think that I am being stalked in real life. I was caught on a surveillance camera cleaning up a dead mole, so it must have really happened. Many of the other phenomena have also been confirmed by my mother, so she is objective.
I don't know how the phenomenon or sensation that feels like a gas attack is occurring. It cannot be ruled out that this could have been schizophrenia or panic symptoms caused by lack of sleep. What is important is the content, which is characterized by the fact that people who die in old age experience suffering such as high blood pressure, respiratory arrest, insomnia, fear, and frequent urination. The age at which you can receive a pension is 65. At the age of 60, I am still active and death feels like a long way off, but when I quit my job at the age of 65, I felt the hardship and fear of having to find a way to die alone without my children taking care of me. Let me do it. I think it was an attack that was optimized for me.
From the moment I realized that I was being attacked by a yakuza-like organization, I felt that my life was in their hands, and my biggest concern was how to escape from death and how to fight against fear. This continues for several frightening months. During this time, tragic killings continued in Ukraine and Gaza, earthquakes occurred in the Noto Peninsula and Taiwan, and watching the news was unsettling. Most programs other than news and weather forecasts are made for healthy people, and for someone like me who endures the hardships of birth, old age, illness, and death, it felt like a fantasy, and I only checked the news and weather on my tablet for short periods of time. To escape the pain of a gas attack, Buddha said, ``There is no self; in the extreme, desire becomes suffering.'' ``Only by clarifying the mechanism from which one cannot escape can one give up.'' I feel like I have learned to accept the fact that it is impermanent. I would like to keep moving forward while remaining young at heart and use this experience in my future life to avoid having identity disorder due to my physical age. But this is a crime! However, there are agents infiltrating the hospital and various organizations (maybe even the police?), so they can't escape. It may be that there is nothing the country can do about it. This may sound like a conspiracy theorist, but what is it really like?