So there is a day shift that operates out of the neighbour's carport and then at night you shift over to the other side, the rental property, what can't compensate the carport neighbour's enough to use it at night?  Or is it that the rental side is closer to our bedroom, yes of course that's it.  My husband actually heard you talking the other night, he doesn't hear you as often as i do, so you must have been careless that night.  Careful you don't screw up like that too often, or he might believe me about you.
The woman who keeps calling me a whore, you really need to shake it up a bit, I mean, you've been calling me a whore for years now, I am still married, to the man I have been with for 35 years, we have three children, I have never worked as a whore or been a whore by any standards, so what is it about me that bothers you so much?  Is it because I am married, for 35 years, with three children, happy, apart from you and your cronies harrassment, is it because try as you might I don't take your bait, I am not a criminal and so you cannot pin some made up crap on me and redeem yourself in your colleagues eyes, is it because even though I am getting old and look less attractive, i still feel good about myself?   Is it because you have wasted so many years trying to ,get me, that you don't know how to do anything else?  I think that the last one is it, you literally have wasted years and now you don't know what else to do.  So you make yourself my problem.  Well you are your own problem, and of course all the poor saps who keep propping you up.  I gather you must be something in the sack, that explains one of the blokes, the others just suffer from the same complaint as you, it's been going on for so long that you don't know what to do with yourselves.  Have you ever had a conversation that didn't involve me in some way? Have you ever gone a day without thinking about me in some way?  Do you have a life?  I feel sorry for you which is something you are incapable of, feeling anything except anger that is.  The only time you are happy is when someone is saying something nasty about me, or if it looks like I might have gained weight, or am looking older, do you know how sad that is?  Everyone ages, everyone gets uglier as they age, it doesn't bother me, but guess what, it'll even happen to you one day, then when you're not pretty anymore, i wonder how many people you will manage to get to listen to your nastiness, they might just get sick of it.

OK I get it, I'm meant to hear the threats coming out of the neighbour's carport, they're meant to scare me.  You don't like the truth I've been putting online,  you don't like the fact that I'm slowly working out who is involved in your criminal network.   But threatening to kill one of my children is going a bit too far, for one thing, they'd know where to look for the killer/s.   So I can assume that the threat is just another attempt at causing me grief, as if you haven't already done enough.  Surely you are not that stupid.  Surely the cops that aren't part of your network, and yes you have a few, at least one in the bad part of the city and at least three more in the place named for colour, surely there are still cops that are cops because they want to protect us from the likes of you, surely there are cops that are cops because they want people like you to stop doing what you do ,because they believe in justice and surely there are still cops who are cops because they want to do the right thing, not condone or help cover up murder, which is what you have threatened.  Maybe more, just keep going and I'll get it all eventually.  So you can't handle to truth, just stop being nasty criminals, stop meddling in my life and my children's lives and maybe I'll stop outing you, but you just can't stop can you?   I mean it kill anyone of my children and you will be caught, even if they put me away in the process, if I make enough noise, someone will listen.

THE STORY OF SUNSHINE

So, even though the first one was theirs, and Duckie's ordeal had hurt them all immeasurably,this wasn't enough for Wolfie's dad and the 'hate group' that had formed, which included Wolfie's dad and his friends, ex neighbours, new neighbours and police friends. By now it was becoming quite a mob that had formed their little "hate the woman" group.
Admittedly,the woman had tried a couple of times to retaliate against these people but she never quite managed to get the better of them, there were too many, too well connected.  They managed to turn her attempts into excuses to engender more hate,making it look like she was trying to hurt people that had done nothing to her.  They fuelled each other's hatred and some of them became quite psychopathic in that nothing else mattered in their lives but 'getting' the woman.
Even if it meant hurting her children who knew nothing of these people.
The woman still had two more children.  One of them was like sunshine.  Bright, happy with leadership qualities.  She was intelligent and funny and pretty.  She went to uni to study film and television, she wanted to become a camera operator or a director.

At uni she met many people, alot of them older than her, they were very nice and friendly and this older crowd became her new friends.
This older crowd got Sunshine into drinking and drugs.  This older crowd introduced her to Tom, a good looking young man.  This older crowd had some people in it who knew/belonged to the crowd that hated the woman, Sunshine's mother.  The woman had heard the name of one woman, Audra, who belonged to the 'haters' group, and this woman was also one of Sunshine's new friends.
Some of the older group encouraged Sunshine to eat and drink lots and then when she gained weight, they told her to take up smoking because, they said, it would help suppress her appetite.  They told Sunshine lots of terrible things, and they played 'games' with her, making her doubt her abilities all the while pretending to care about her.  They told her to shave her arms, they secretly laughed and wanted her to look like a gorrilla.  Luckily the woman managed to convince Sunshine that both smoking and shaving her arms was a bad idea.
They encouraged Tom to flirt with her, even though he liked Summer, another girl in the group who was originally from New Zealand.  They had arranged a small party at Tom's city apartment where he was going to fuck her and they were going to film it, unknown to Sunshine.  But Tom still had a tiny bit of humanity left in him and couldn't do it at the last minute.  Of course Sunshine didn't know it was all a set up and she thought there was something wrong with her.
When Sunshine worked alone in the editing rooms at night they scared her by knocking on doors and running away and when she opened the door there was no-one there.
One night Sunshine was so distraught and confused by these people that she tried to kill herself by drinking bleach.  The people stopped her and instead of ringing her parents who loved her, they brought to the psych ward and left her there.  She was admitted, she was alone.
She had the presence of mind to have hidden her phone.  She didn't want to be in the psych ward and she didn't want to ring her parents and worry them, so she rang Duckie who went and picked her up and took her home.
Sunshine had a complete breakdown, and asked for and got an extension on her assignments and reconfigured her study programme so she could finish her degree, which she did.  One of the nasty people, the older crowd who had systematically pulled Sunshine apart, was the partner of a bloke who worked at channel 2x3+1, they had a child together, they bought a house together on the Northside and they threw Sunshine a 21st birthday party (to ease their consciences?), when Sunshine thanked them and told them they were great, they replied that they were assholes.  They were right.
So now the crowd had hurt the woman, her oldest child Duckie and one of her other children, Sunshine.  Was that enough? No.
How can they afford to sit there day and night, week after week?  Hating.  Someone must be funding it.  The woman found out who one of the funders was, a senator no less.  Related to the original neighbours in the regional town they escaped from.  Another of the haters is still involved with the media,as is a neighbour's daughter.  The cops?  Well your guess is as good as mine as to whether their involvement is off duty or on, the reason for their involvement is mentioned in other 'stories'.   One of the neighbour's sons is a cop,  one woman cop feels the hated woman somehow needs to be paid back for an operation the female cop had a hand in which resulted in them finding nothing and making the female cop look incompetent(she was just being vindictive), and continues to be so.

THE STORY OF DUCKIE

Wolfie's dad and his friends and the woman's neighbours and ex neighbours, thought and thought,how can we hurt the woman most?  She ignores our insults, sure she gets sad and mad sometimes, but that's not enough, we want her to suffer.  What better way than to hurt her children?

She loves her children.  So they decided to start with the oldest child, she was only 19 when they hatched their evil plan.  We'll call the girl Duckie, because she was a sitting duck, easy to pick on, easy to hurt.

Duckie was a good girl, she was into the goth scene and liked to dress up and go out and meet up with other misfits, they became friends and she liked her new social circle.  They were a group of kids and some older who never really fit anywhere else but together they felt part of something,like they belonged somewhere.

One night Duckie met Damien.  He was everything a goth girl could want.  He had long dark hair,wore black clothes and big black boots with buckles on them.  Duckie didn't know Damien was a plant.  No, not a vegetable, but someone the woman's enemies arranged to meet Duckie and destroy her.

Duckie fell head over heels for Damien.  She practically moved in with him straight away.
Although Duckie was a goth on weekends, she had a good full-time job, assisting a solicitor in the city and she never touched drugs, even though some of her friends did.
Damien started out being quite nice and Duckie and Damo (as some people called him) were happy for a short time.  The woman hardly ever saw Duckie anymore but she was happy that Duckie seemed happy, and therefore she never really noticed at first that when she did see Duckie, Duckie was becoming more withdrawn.
Then Duckie left her job, Damo had had a job but he had gotten the sack, (he had worked in a restaurant) and Damo went on the dole.  But because Duckie had quit, she couldn't get the dole.  She was totally dependant on Damo.  That's when things really started to go downhill.

Damo started going out without her, he kept going to her about money, he started treating her like a whore.   His prediliction to violence started showing in the bedroom, he convinced her that being hit with a belt was erotic, even though she didn't like it.  He confused her, sometimes he was nice, he encouraged her to draw, she was very good at it.  They started up a little street mag and sold it to fellow goths.  Damo thought Duckie might be a meal ticket one day if their mag really took off.
One time the woman asked Duckie where Damo was and Duckie said that he had gone to visit friends in the town that the woman and her family used to live, the town where Wolfie's dad and his friends had persecuted the woman.
Damo started having gatherings in their garage where he and his friends smoked dope while Duckie sat upstairs on her own.  He met another girl (or he may have always had her on the side who knows) and he started bringing this girl home in front of Duckie, yet he kept Duckie hanging on.
Throughout all this Duckie occassionally visited her mother and father, and they were worried about her, sometimes they gave her money.
They watched her change from a happy confident young woman into a shadow of her former self, so unsure of herself that one time when her mother went to drive her back to the unit she shared with Damo, Duckie hesitated at the car and asked where she should sit.  This broke her mother's heart, that Duckie wasn't even sure if she should sit in the front seat,what had happened to her?  It was as if she was incapable of making a decision, even a simple one like that.
The woman kept telling Duckie that she could move home anytime she wanted, that her old room was there, but she couldn't force Duckie to leave Damo, she was nearly 20 years old.  Lots of awful things happened to Duckie.  Eventually even Duckie knew she couldn't keep living like that and she agreed to come home.
Duckie's mum and dad helped her move back, it wasn't hard she didn't have much to move. When the woman was helping Duckie to pack up, she found a photo of Duckie, she was wearing a bra and looked miserable and holding up a piece of paper that had 'whore' written on it, like a police mug shot.  The woman threw it in the bin.
Duckie fell into a deep depression and hardly ever left her room.  She would come out at night when everyone else had gone to bed.  A few days after Duckie moved home and was hiding in her room, the woman got a text from someone unknown, the text said '"the first one is mine, yes?".  the woman tried to call the number to see who it was, but the number had been disconnected.  The woman still has this number.
Duckie spent a year in her bedroom, slowly getting better and eventually able to go out during the day.  She re-connected with some old friends and started being more her old self.  She eventually fell in love with one of her old friends and if Wolfie's dad and his friends leave her alone she will be OK.  But the mother lives in dread that they will hurt her or her partner just to hurt the mother.
People said the woman was paranoid for thinking Damo was sent to destroy Duckie, but then what about the text?  What about the fact that he had 'friends'  in the regional town that they had escaped from, the town where surely everyone not living under a rock had heard of Duckie's mother.
Damo and his new girlfriend were to turn up at a workplace of the woman a couple of years later, but that's another story.

THE STORY OF WOLFGANG

Wolfgang's father used to work for a radio station named after a type of star, many, many years ago.  Before Wolfie's birth, his father would steal ideas off people that he had spied on and he would use them in his radio and televison contacts.   This was bad, because the people he stole from never got any recognition or payment for their ideas and Wolfie's dad and his friends, did very well out of it.

But one day, before Wolfie was born, a woman realised what was going on, and she got mad at Wolfie's dad and his friends for stealing her ideas, not only that she was mad because in order to steal the ideas, they had to have been spying on her and her family.   The woman had three children of her own whom she loved very much and a hard working husband who she also loved, she didn't like Wolfie's dad and his friends spying on her family.   Wolfie's dad even stole his name from the woman, who had said that if she had had sons, she would have called one of them Wolfgang.

One day Wolfie's dad was on the radio and he was talking to someone  and that someone asked him what he had called his new son, and Wolfie's dad said, Wolfgang.

Now it came to pass that the woman who was mad at Wolfie's dad for spying and stealing, said to them "stop spying and stealing and think for yourselves, and leave me and my family alone."  Instead of leaving the woman and her family alone, Wolfie's dad and his friends got angry at the woman for daring to go against them, and they decided to pay her back.  Because they couldn't see that she was right and they were wrong.

For years and years the friends and Wolfie's dad did everything they could to destroy the woman and to hurt her children and her husband.  They kept spying on them even though the woman said she didn't like it.   Because they only said nasty things out loud when the woman was home alone, her family didn't believe her that they were being spied on.

Wolfie's dad did all sorts of horrible things, like helping to spread nasty rumours about the woman, saying she was 'an old whore', and calling her 'an old cow' whenever she was alone.  His friends thought it was great fun to try and destroy this woman and hurt her children.  But they never wanted anyone to hurt them or their children, only the woman's.  They arranged for neighbours to think terrible things about her, and got them to join in the 'game ' of calling her awful things.  They would follow her to shops and tell shop assistants that she was a shop lifter, but she wasn't.  They followed her in their cars, and her children too sometimes.  They broke into her home and looked at her things and put in cameras and microphones, they could do this because Wolfie's dad was friends with some police officers, and they helped him, they thought it was a good game.  You see Wolfgang you can do whatever you want if you have some police officers on your side, even break the law.  You see even the friends did some terrible things, illegal things, Wolfie's dad hated the woman for being right so much, that he would rather let his friends do all those illegal things, just so he could go on hurting the woman.

This went on for years and years, since 2003, and it is now 2017,  so you must be about 12 or 14 years old.  The woman tried to go to the police, but they didn't believe her either, and so Wolfie's dad and his friends, and the corrupt police officers can keep doing what they are doing, both their illegal activities and hurting the woman, in fact they now have people thinking that the woman is mentally ill, which is great from their point of view because now nobody will ever believe her, but Wolfie, I think you know it is all true.   I don't think Wolfie, that your dad would like you to grow up to be just like him.  To grow up to spy on women, and call them names, disrespect them, treat them like whores, to think that it is alright to break the law because you have corrupt police on your side, even if you can make alot of money doing all these things. 

I don't think Wolfie, that your dad really cares about much, but maybe if he cares about you, he will make sure you don't suffer like his friends have made the woman's children suffer and the woman herself, will probably never be free of your dad and his friends, they just want to destroy her.

Maybe you should follow in your dad's footsteps, he seems to be able to get away with anything.

It is Monday 16 October 2017

I haven't posted anything for a while.   Whilst looking up my blog I noticed another come up with the same name, and my name for everyone to see, and something about "looks like this is the end"  written on it, my computer won't let me bring it up.  So,  a concurrent blog?  Whatever.  I have ranted in previous blogs, and realise this hasn't done me any favours.  But seriously if you can't rant on a blog where can you?   I will be re-starting this  blog soon and it will be (hopefully ) more coherent in that I will post actual journal entries and along with these will put extra explanatory comments and relevant details.  All the details in the very first post on this blog are relevant, and as I think I commented in a later post, I have been vindicated by the mayor and several council employees having been charged with various offences , albeit over ten years later than the occurrences mentioned in the first post.  Justice sometimes works very slowly,  I am heartened by the fact that it still works, even if it takes a while for the truth to come out. I will try to get to the bottom of this other blog that uses my name.

29.06.17   Since my last post I have been to two sessions with psychiatrists,this is necessary due to my having been made to get a psychiatric assessment by the police.   I went to the police because I was afraid for my safety, especially after seeing what I did regarding the neighbours, and then being threatened later that evening whilst walking my dog.    It is funny/crazy/ironic, how I am the one on anti psychotic drugs and made to see psychiatrists and they are the psycho-obsessed ones that won't leave me alone.   The police woman I spoke to seemed to believe me until she went to her superior and then it was all downhill from there.  I won't go into details of that until later, it still causes me distress to recall it.   One day they will be caught.  I guess they're scared that somehow - in spite of the successful campaign of making me look like the mental one - somehow, someone might believe me about their illegal activities and so I must be totally neutralised to eliminate any threat .  Looks like I'm in it for the long haul.   Must be pretty big stuff to be so worried about being found out, otherwise why bother with me?  It must be taking a fair bit of time and money and resources to monitor me constantly - god forbid I should try to send another letter to the AFP -  and pesky me has now told the police (even thought they claim not to believe me) and also discussed my 'theory' of their illegal activities with people in the medical profession, so there is a record of my fears regarding these people.   Therefore if they do anything other than harrass and watch, nipping at my heels like terriers, they will be caught.   I'd really like them to be caught to stop the harrassment, but hell, I've lived with it for more than ten years already so I can live with it if I have to.  I guess they read this as well, so , I will forget about you, crooked cops (one in the station I went to who later turned up at the hospital in a surgical gown doing rounds with other medicos after having dazzled the doctor with his police credentials and bribed the doctor with tickets to something), if you forget about me, fat chance right?
I also must mention that the mayor of the town where the harrassment first became obvious, is now arrested by the crime and corruption commission for extortion,  this is the brother of the councillor who ignored our distress over ten years ago and supported the neighbour whose activities we curtailed with nasty consequences for me.
Recently there was a re-run of an old 4 corners programme about catching the police commissioner in our state and several police on corruption charges,  it was an old programme, a couple of decades old, it gave me hope, if they could get a police commissioner back then, surely they can get the crooked bastards now?

23.12.16   Yesterday I heard a very cultured older male voice say "she's not that hairy you know." a younger male said "Howdya know?" and the older male said "I've seen her in the shower", then he said "she can hear us you know."  younger male "can she?"  older "Oh my word yes."  sounded like a radio personality but I suppose several people could sound like that.......
11.01.17........I've just realised that the woman who called out from ..........'s place one day, after the girls had a falling out, "how're the girls going?" and then laughing raucously, is the same woman who,when we lived in ............Rd, would say "she's a dirty bitch" to (god knows who).  At the time in my naievity, I took her literally, and would sweep and clean, but now I know she was referring to something quite different.......  that would make , in her case anyway, her stalking on and off for approximately 25 years, as when we lived there, our oldest was only 5!!!  WTF?
................one of them said that if they make me cry they get more money............they don't just put in the boot, they grind you into the floor and enjoy watching your pain, and make more money!!!!
It makes me wonder how many suicides they are responsible for,  how many people diagnosed as schizophrenic or put away in institutions for 'hearing voices',  which they actually did hear...........
it's even easier for them if they pick people who have had real issues in the past.............traumatic or difficult childhoods, previous counselling or depression, post partum depression, or any event that may have caused depression,  their torment is dismissed as delusions or a return of mental illness........
Many people will do anything,ignore anything and turn a blind eye to anything, if the price is right, this evil little empire actually employs people, sometimes cash jobs to unemployed, sometimes more regular payments.........It's a full time job for some of them so of course they have a vested interest in it continuing...........the use of the word "it" to refer to the victim or insulting terms such as 'the slut' 'the bitch', whatever, dehumanises the victim so that they are not seen as a person with feelings but a 'thing',  it makes it easier to justify what they do............one almost feels sorry for those few who retain a grain of empathy or have an incling that what they do is wrong,  what can they do?  They don't want to become victims themselves, they see how easily it is done....the one's that aren't psychopathic by nature, become psychopathic by nurture, by their environment and the people around them and one's that control them,  they become psychopathic as a means of self preservation......... if the participants in the stalking exercise become too attached to the victim, through regular observation they may note that the victim is innocent/a nice person or whatever, undeserving of the continuing treatment being dished out, they are changed around, probably 'rostered' onto another victim for a while.......or encouraged to revert to the 'thing' mentality.  Of course there are those who become involved just for the hell of it, because they don't like the victim for personal reasons......
31.1.17..........one bloke said to him "You've made alot of money out of her", and he said "Yeah, but it's my neck on the line"...... it made me angry to think those horrible people profited from my misery, so I said some nasty things, albeit true, but nasty , sad to say dropped to their level,  contrary to popular belief I am human............said yesterday that he 'wants to smash my face in'  and he and his son have said they "can't wait to kick my ass" and various other nice things.  It never ceases to amaze me how it seems to be ok for them to dish out insults, slut, old cow, old whore, etc etc but when I retaliate, I am the nasty one,   it is beyond reason, not to mention the above 'it'.............in fact reason doesn't even come into it.  here's an example of their reasoning,   I sweep up sticks and leaves and flowers off of very illegal trees on our boundary, and when I'm doing this, .............says "God she's good"     ........says "what?"  all disbelieving that she might actually be saying something nice, then she says "she's good at making us look bad"  once again,  WTF? am I supposed to just leave them till they're ankle deep?  at some stage I have to brave the outdoors, where your insults are more easily heard and sweep the damn things up.........on what planet does me sweeping leaves end up being an attempt to make you look bad.....in fact if it does make you look bad do something about it......but it's too much fun watching me sweep up ...........bit of a quandry ay,   either look bad or enjoy the sweeping show............when I fell over and hurt my arm and cut my knee, she said "I wish I'd seen that",   when I went for a swim she said "I hope she drowns",  when I was organising a bbq for ........birthdays she said "they're spoilt"   , sure they are, really spoilt, a bloody bbq??? seriously????it's hardly champagne and oysters at the Ritz.............in other words,  am I the nasty one?   I think on a blow to blow basis, the scales would be tipped in all of your direction,  i.e. all of you and , yeah that's right, ONE  of me.............
Note:   Last year a family made the news headlines because a mother, father and one daughter went 'nuts'.   The daughter jumped into the back of a strangers car, crouched down in the back and said "Hide me",  the father and mother also tried to 'get away', the father was convinced 'they' were going to kill him.  I remember thinking they might be the victims of the same people,  only they fell completely for their 'games', their 'scripts'..............
04.02.17...........walking dog, past a white car with two young blokes in it, as I walked past one said "she's not scared at all" the other said "No she's not scared at all".........should I be scared?........
10.02.17........on the train out of the city,  two of the male stalkers, both caucasian, made obvious reference to moi,  I ignored them, later heard them saying they didn't think I saw them.......duh.....one made a point of mentioning my home town in another country............stalker 1 showed stalker 2 a picture on his phone, stalker 1 "here it is.  mumble...she's getting old but they still keep filming her for some reason...."
21.2.17........big black motorbike belongs to one of them............
12.03.17   Today I went around the house looking for and filling little holes. I first noticed the holes in our bedroom ceiling, they looked like tiny drill holes, man made, not insect.  So I went around the house and found heaps of them, mainly in ceiling and some in walls.  There were three right above where I sit in the lounge, some up in corners and several just above eye level.   There were also some in our daughters room.........hopefully I've got them all, I suspect I've missed one or two in our ensuite.....can't find them so i shower in the dark,  ...........across the way thinks it's funny.......they sit outside and wait for me to shower and then the comments and insults fly.........
14.03.17.........a white van belonging to a certain pool place at old lady's across road, "there's no point in trying to get her here, we'll get her in New South Wales"............black motorbike at rentals last night..........
18.03.17     Today I took photos of the holes I filled in and one just outside our front door, when I photographed the holes one of them said "bloody hell".........  they've been talking about having put something under our bed......don't know if it's a mind game or not.........
Note:  it turned out to be a rat,  we caught it in a trap, it was obviously meant to be a pet rat as it did not look like a feral or native,  poor bloody rat..............
28.03.17   yesterday one of the blokes next door said that they had "told all of them that I was an old whore and they all believe it",  another one said "you beauty" and sounded ecstatic.

08.03.16  excerpt from journal.  ....I saw a large black 4wd outside their place with .......plates, the same plates were on a Ford sedan, black, and when I checked the plate on the internet they supposedly belonged to a carina hatchback.!
20.03.16  ...most recently when I went to the Library, I think it was last Friday,  there was one of them sitting in the foyer on his phone, I stopped halfway up the stairs and listened a bit, he said something about "not hanging around because it looked suspicious".  The same young man (recently shaved bald head wearing glasses) followed me to the supermarket.  There was no doubt that he was looking for me because when he saw me he kind of almost stepped back obviously surprised that I'd spotted him.
06.04.16.......Had a thought, ..............a counsellor for .................employees, she was bullied by them into letting them monitor our last session, she was nearly in tears, they must have threatened her.  There was a woman there that day, sitting in the waiting room, strangely she had her back turned to me and was facing a wall, hunched over, like she didn't want to be seen.  I got up and got a magazine trying to get a look at her but gave up and sat down again.  Then she got up and as she went out the door, which I was right next to, I got a good look at her, she saw me looking and bent down and gave me what can only be described as 'an evil' smile.  Funnily I noticed that she had slightly crooked front teeth, like mine.  She met up with (yet another) bald man in the hallway, he was older than the one in the library, tall, solid, could be anything between 30 to 40.   Think he was masquerading as a bus driver where I worked.  The woman was caucasian, long black hair, about my age or slightly younger, slim, about my height.,
Also yesterday, four of them in a blue 4wd wearing baseball caps and sunglasses, I almost laughed out loud they were so obvious.  Alerted to my presence at the supermarket but one of the lookouts , they use young blokes, who phone when I arrive. (Ditto on the obvious).
18.04.16  ......next door, driver of black hatchback and driver of red hatchback, they commented on my wearing my sunhat all the time and 'black' driver said "so you can't see her face", red driver said "you wouldn't want to would you?" I'm sure they're both extremely good looking.
22.04.16.........last time he visited, they got their roof sealed and painted and new guttering.
02.05.16........ they all know that I have their regos and they know why - so that their identities can be found out by the police (hopefully the non corrupt ones). Don't know if that is going to be enough deterrent to stop them doing me physical harm, I can only hope.
03.05.16....As I was leaving to go shopping today I noticed a young man on the corner,seemed to be watching me (another lookout), when he saw me he entered something into his phone.  As I drove past him he mouthed what looked like "your house is bugged", he mouthed it twice, I was pretty sure that's what he said, but I got up the road and did a uee, was going to ask him what he said.  He was being picked up by an older man in a white hatchback.  They sped off,  I got a good look at the driver, dark skinned, glasses, chubby, anywhere from 50's onwards.  The young bloke looked beseechingly at me through the passenger window,  once again, what could I do?  Hope he's alright.
09.05.16.......it,s been going on for years.....
16.05.16.......I said (to rental) "whatever it is you need to get over it, or you'll end up in prison" and a female voice said "you see, she knows".....
18.05.16......made me realise I cannot win against these people.  I'm in a catch 22.  if I tell anyone what's going on they'll either think I'm delusional or just not believe me. So because I can't tell anyone, they can and do carry on with impunity......
23.05.16..Yesterday there was a gathering.....On Friday i noticed they sometimes use a courier van to 'change shifts'.   The van pulls up,usually afternoon, the guy, wearing obligatory baseball cap and sunglasses, comes out of .......and one goes in.   The one coming out said "I've never watched someone so boring who does the same things on the same days. "  WELL DONT WATCH ME THEN!
25.05.16........Haven't seen the courier van again. they probs know I spotted them.I heard one of the 'haters' on rental side say he was interested in my body because I seem to be able to just keep going even when I'm ill or injured.  It sounded like he couldn't wait to do an autopsy - it freaked me out. I thought why don't you just ask me if you want to know anything about me?  I do feel pain, I feel psychological torture as well, but I just carry on, what else can I do?
01.06.16....as I was taking .....to the train station, the tall thin blond woman with very short spikey hair, came from the opposite direction in (once again the obligatory) 4wd, she nearly ran off the road looking at me.  She was with the tall grey haired man at Central station once when I had been into town to get my hair done and eyebrows tinted (never again), on the travellator down to the platform they were behind me, she said "I nearly didn't recognise her with eyebrows".  I turned to them and said "who are you people?" they just smiled and turned their backs on me. i called them stalkers and walked off.  What could I do?  Security watched me after that, probably because I started crying and they thought I might jump in front of a train........
19.08.16.......They broke into our house today, they must have a key.  I tried recording them on my phone but the radio is on and they are whispering, if only there was a way to isolate the whispering and enhance it, there would be my proof.  Apparently technology not up to that yet......
09.16........silver 4wd arrived at ...... this morning, driver, caucasian, bald (what else?) chubby, dark rimmed glasses, in his 50's maybe older, was talking to someone on a radio (CB? cop?).  He spoke to two different people, a woman who said something about ".....they can look after themselves this weekend".  Then spoke to a man , driver said "I'm thinking of coming up this weekend" and "I've got some money for you'.  Other guy said something about "..... two kids, one of them is quite pretty, one of them has got tatoos."
Don't know who to tell about this as I don't know who is in on it.  These people have the use of an ambulance, it enables them to get anywhere fast without being stopped by the cops. It's the sort of thing spy organisations do...... (baldy, of course, driving, and young female, caucasian, long black hair, thin, mid to late 20,s?)
........it's on the tape.  In fact if it could be enhanced you would hear that when they broke into my home they took my DNA, they messed with our TV you can hear one guy say "it's not only Samsungs", you would hear how some guy has known me since I was a teenager, how some "anonymous donor" is financing it all, you would hear some chick comment that this house "is bigger, no better than the one we had in ............."You would hear another woman say (presumably about our dog which we got from the RSPCA)  "I was meant to socialise her, but I didn't do a very good job",  you would hear the sound of a drill, you would hear laughter and an excalamation of "this is awesome" (hopefully about my artwork), you would hear something about 'money in a drawer, mumble mumble, drug money...." (I kept money in a locked drawer, it was money I earned driving buses, i withdrew it when I lost my job, it's for furniture).
02.10.16......today they sent some sort of foul smelling gas drifting over, I heard them say "she can smell it..."  i closed the window and put on the fan....
07.10.16......male voice next door said "I will cut her head off alright", and female said to another older female, "I'm sorry it's the regos,  i should have thought of that....."  older female says it's ok.  i gather they intercepted the letter I tried to post to the AFP.
20.10.16.....I was going to stop keeping record, but when they enter my home at night, when I am half asleep, can't wake up properly, and my dog doesn't bark, it means she knows them......
28.10.16........I'd been looking up how to find hidden cameras and forensic audio online when the silver 4wd, owner pulled up (to jog your memory, bald, older, glasses, chubby), he was in a panic, obviously, they know what I do online.  He said to ........"have you still got any (didn't catch what)" and .......said "Yeah",   silver said "Get rid of it,by tonight",   and ......said "I thought she wasn't doing it anymore",  missed what silver said to that then he said "I want to know the minute she logs onto that computer, don't take your eyes off it".  Then he sped off...............Then in the evening, around 6/7pm  I looked out of our window and saw a woman in the house on the corner pointing what looked like a red laser light at our house.  She had two young kids running around her, a ute, like silver's, pulled up, the woman (loud bogan voice) said "she didn't seem to be there alot a the time, so I didn't get much, sorry mate." Then the ute sped off.
Next morning, male voice next door say  "she's just too much trouble..." which sounds ominous.....
31.10.16.......not sure anymore whether they're really trying to fry my brain or if it's one of their mind games......they have led me to believe that they are pointing some sort of laser at me,  psycho bitch said last night to a guy, "you've got to get it at the same spot."  he said "I know, go inside."......I got my husband to put up an aluminium blind, he thinks it's for the light, hopefully if they are doing anything along those lines it'll be enough to stop it.........got to give them points for trying a variety of things.........I was thinking about what one of them said the other day when ........asked him if he thought I would stop trying to prove what they have done and are doing,  he said "No" "why?" "Because we have taken everything from her".
01.11.16.............Sorry to say I played right into their hands today.  Went to get some pamphlets from the letter box and saw ..........sitting at the window, should have known it was a set up, she never sits there and she was wearing a particularly nice silk night gown..........

29.04.17  Nearly half the year gone and still it goes on, another year, that makes 11 apparently that we've been here, 11 years of gangstalking.  I wonder if it's a record.  Anyway, more complete record of everything in my documents.  Now there is macca and brett in play.  More names, more places, more threats, it does seem it will never end. Rolled up carpets/mats being exchanged between cars, mysterious men in 4 wds saying "ok boys she's scared enough",  mysterious black vans with window tints so dark I thought it was illegal in Queensland, speeding away so as not to be seen.  Being called 'evil' because i persist in trying to 'out' them.   Reasoning, is a foreign concept to them,  I am tired of being gangstalked, they will not stop, I will not stop.  I know one day they will stop me.  i am resigned to that fact, but by Christ they will be caught.

2.5.17  I tried to contact 4 corners a few days ago, but one of the guys involved in my gangstalking told the neighbours "I will try to convince them it's all in her head.'  I suppose he would be successful.  I have worked out that one of them involved is a past employee of channel 7 who now works at the ABC.   Also as mentioned before corrupt cops.  One of them picked up something from the neighbours letterbox at 8am this morning, a small package, if he's undercover why does he need to use their letterbox as a pickup?   Yesterday i found some more holes in my daughter's room, one in the ceiling a few in the walls.  I don't know if I've mentioned the holes before,  I found them in certain rooms of the house.  Some in the lounge,dining, hall and two of the bedrooms.  They look like tiny drill holes, they are either in straight lines or in groups of three, if they are borer, they are very symetrical little drillers.  I have taken photos of them. I have filled them .  There was also one outside our front door.  I know they are trying to set me up.  The neighbours have been playing the long game with the help of the others,  complaining to the police, making things up. The first time they went to the cops was after I yelled at the woman from next door after she followed me to the local shopping centre, she pulled in right behind me and I lost it and yelled at her to tell her husband to leave me alone and to tell his friends to leave me alone.  She went to the police and complained that I damaged her car, which I didn't.  The second time they went to the police to complain that I had photographed their son's car, only thing is, it wasn't his car, it belonged to one of the organisers of this stalking.  The third time was after the event I mentioned in a previous blog, the "why are you trying to kill me" episode, they went to the police and said that they felt threatened, which is a joke as obviously I was the one feeling threatened, hence the question.  So it's all about setting up a history so that I am further discredited.  They are lucky I didn't go to the police when they yelled out that they were going to cut my head off.  As my husband said it would be my word against theirs.  I hope it works both ways.  Maybe they want me to try to get my story out so they can say I'm deranged or something, who knows?  I'd really like to know what 'agency' they belong to and why being embarrassed warrants so much hatred.  I can understand certain people being pissed off over past events, however, it is a whole new level of scary when people in the media and police are involved.

For the record, I don't give a shit, I write this so that if you actually do anything other than watching,listening and the odd nasty rumour and drive by shout out, you will get caught.

A great show has been put on lately, the people involved really should be actors, maybe they are.  So I am meant to believe that they have given up, the thing is they've played that one several times already and still they hang out in the neighbours carport, plotting, pointing some sort of red light at me.  When I went out to investigate, the light disappeared, and 'they' said they would have to wait till I was asleep.  And yes I do know you are there, you're always there,  24/7.  What new hell have they dreamed up now, but more importantly, I don't get why.  I mean I must really be a threat to someone, or else why keep on trying? Psycho bitch yelled out abuse (getting old) earlier in the day,  something about me being a bitch and she would make sure everyone knows about it.   If I am a bitch, I would like to point out that I am not alone in that I could take lessons from psycho bitch, get up to her level, might get somewhere then.  Maybe get some blokes to do my dirty work, or are they just playing her as well, I suspect so.  I suspect the men are misogynists and cannot bear the possibility that they are wrong and I am right.   And like all good misogynists the bitch (as in me, not psycho bitch, she's alright apparently)  must die.  I am one person, you are many and take it in shifts ,  you support each other and kid yourselves that what you are doing is ok.   You must know it is not,  but hey you want to get paid.  I am a mother, a wife, a daughter,a sister,  I am a person.  Some day someone might do to your mother, wife, daughter,sister, what you have done/are doing to me. Would you even care?  Everybody has a mother at least.  Well I have vented,  see you tomorrow no doubt.  Hi to 'Dawnie".

In case I had any doubts about some of the people involved in this debacle, both a postal connection and a mention of roosters was revealed yesterday.  The postie came as usual and I happened to look out to see if he dropped anything into our box,  he pushed something that made a 'beep' and then rode into the neighbour's place, where S1 and another said "Did they win something?"  Are they looking at our mail now, or have they always been?  I assume that finding out who the postie was would not be too difficult,  on our route, on that particular day, at that time.  A timely reminder, messing with people's mail is illegal,  unless you are police, and if you are police, why are you watching us?  And if you are, why for so long?  One would think that after a couple of years it would be obvious that we are not criminals,  so after, what, 10 odd years it should be abundantly clear.  Personal vendettas, bribing, interfering, disrupting, 'spying', following,  surely this isn't all about some bloody birds!  And if not, what then?   I will never perform for your cameras again,  I have been sucked in too many times, and as Noddy says,  "she might not look like she's getting older, but she seems to be getting wiser",  yeah I am, which is why I write this.   If nothing else, it's a record.   And one of the females involved in all this keeps saying "she is lucky",  really?   Lucky to have you all doing all that you do?  Lucky to have had it done for so long?  Lucky that you didn't manage to drive me insane?  Lucky that my husband thinks I am loopy?  Lucky that whoever you have working with you has so much power that they can intercept mail?  Lucky that wherever I have managed to get work in the past you lot have successfully started character assasination rumours and made sure my time there was as miserable as you could make it?  Lucky that wherever I move you contact neighbours and either recruit them or god knows what you tell them, but their attitudes change?  Lucky that you have probably messed with my children's lives as well?  Lucky that a bunch of psycho's will never leave me alone until they have totally destroyed me?  No  what you mean is the piddly little amounts we sometimes win on lotto, amounts like $12.00 etc.   God forbid we ever win anything decent, then I could afford to get help in stopping you and proving your existence and showing just how long this has gone on.  Come on universe, surely 10 or more years is enough 'payback', I probably would be out of prison by now if I'd committed murder,  come on universe, give me the means to stop these bastards.  I would be doing the world a service, because I am sure I am not the only one.

11.02.17  I took the train into the city to a class I do, yesterday (10th), same on way back - caught Ferny Grove train in, around 8am,  Beenleigh train out from Central around 11am. On the way in a 'couple' of people around my age, caucasian, both short grey hair, man - tall, woman - tallish, both medium build, got on at Altandi and made 'comments'.  They were on the return trip as well and when they got to Altandi, the man said "well we got on here so I guess we should get off here". The woman said "she look's older than we were led to believe".  That could just have been being nasty or it could be true.  Probably hired by the stalkers.
On the way back I was in the 2nd or 3rd carriage I think, and two of the male stalkers were on board.One,  I'll call him S1, about my age, white/grey hair, plenty of it, tall, medium build with a slight paunch,bad skin, caucasian.  S2 older than me, shorter than S1, going bald, with monks pattern on back of head.  Security cameras at both stations and on board trains should show them.  The younger of the two, S1 was obviously trying to get my attention, he was talking about coming from my hometown,  I think they were 'performing' one of their set pieces.  They will say things in an attempt to elicit a response from me, preferably a bad response so that I (depending on whether they have got a camera set up or not) will , hopefully, make a fool of myself (again) or get angry and capture me in a bad light.   Sometimes they do it just to try to make me feel bad, it used to work until I figured out what they were doing, it's all part of their 'game'.  Sometimes , especially in public, they will pay people to say something derogatory, the plan being to make me think  everyone out there hates me/knows about me.
Anyway S1 said his bit about where he supposedly came from and S2 said the appropriate things, then S1 said something about 'a woman' and S2 asked "good looking?"
S1 said "No (mumble mumble, while looking at his phone)  Here it is! mumble mumble, she's getting old but they still keep filming her for some reason."  I gather that the plan was for me to recognise his voice (which I did) and to storm up to him and make a scene.  I ignored them.  They wasted a train ride.
Later in the day I went to my usual sushi place and another 2 of them were there, a younger pair.  Sitting in a booth, the woman was hunkered down, trying not to be seen.  She was caucasian, with long died black hair and was wearing glasses, she was anywhere from 30's upwards, she was telling the man, who was obviously 'play acting', that I am frustrating because I will not say anything, the man was similar age, slim build, caucasian, short mousey hair, medium height. Maybe the shopping centre's security cameras would have scoped them at some stage?  The sushi place had a camera as well.
You all must be getting desperate to risk me seeing you, you've spent so much time (literally years) hiding from me,  you all need to get lives outside of trying to screw up mine.  By the way, I may be an old cow, ugly, fat, etc...  but you are all fugly and it is funny you calling me ugly etc.  They can't own mirrors!

I am not proud of the fact that I sometimes drop to the level of my tormentors.  That is to say I sometimes 'bait' them back, like the things I said last weekend.  I said them because I knew they were listening, and I also knew that they couldn't say anything back because my husband was there. So I let myself be human (again) and succumbed to the temptation to get back at them, but I realise it is futile, it only makes things worse and the only thing I achieve is even more animosity.  It seems that in their universe it is alright for them to say whatever they like about me and I must accept it, but if I try to retaliate, it is held against me.  I know this rationally, but like I said sometimes I just want to fight back.  It is after all the only way i can, it's not like I can do anything else, apart from write here, and let's face it, even this is not considered real.  Ma McG is so obsessed that she actually said , and I quote, "If I have to cut off my own ear, I will get her",  WTF?  What's the plan?  Cut it off and say I did it?  I suppose I could say I had some twisted Van Gogh thing going on.  With all the people that want to smash my face in, cut off my head, get me, and any other variation of this theme you can think of, I am surprised none of you has actually tried to yet.  Well  you know where I am, right next door, come and get me.

Monday the 9th January 2017.  They had a gathering of the psychos last weekend.  One of the get togethers where they fuel each other's hatred and vie for supremecy over who has the most to say about moi.  Apparently the new great hope is that I will get so stressed by the 24/7 observation that I will have a stroke.  It was also mentioned that that could be hurried along by a jab of god knows what into my arm.  Who has access to that kind of shit?  The heart attack they produced with the jab to the back when I was working at mail sorting did work, I had an attack, but luckily I was so fit and healthy for my age that I recovered, weakened , but recovered.  As I have been recording all this, it has to look like either an accident or a natural occurrence.  The corrupt cops are worried about exposure, the media personalities likewise and no doubt their money source as well.  They know full well that no one would believe me if I said anything and so they are free to continue at will.  I have taken to changing in the shower cubicle, hoping that they get to see less than before,  I also shower in the dark if I can, for the same reason.  The man who wants 'my head' literally, must have gotten a bit pissed at this gathering because he walked past our house that night and said "if no-one will do it I'll just have to do it myself",  he was talked down by a couple of his acolytes.  There is more pleasure for them in drawing it out, hoping I will make another mistake like the one where I asked the neighbour why they are trying to kill me, it all just makes me look like the psycho, which is the point.
My home has been entered on more than one occasion, I attempted to tape one of these unlawful entries on my phone.  Unfortunately I left the radio on in the background, and they noticed the phone and were whispering, so although I could hear alot of what they said, I doubt many others would, however I hope that one day someone could isolate the whispering from the radio and I will have my proof of what's been going on.   Even though the main protagonists try to remain hidden, sneaking in and out of neighbours places,  they must realise that the neighbours themselves know who they are, it wouldn't be too hard for the non corrupt police to find out who they are.  I have the neighbour's names and the name of a lady they put into my book club once.  I have the names of the people across the road , who I gather are no longer part of it all but who would certainly know who was.  I have the name of one of the media personalities who recently admitted to having seen me in the shower to the neighbour.  He works at the ABC but used to work at channel 7.  I could easily find out the name of a police officer who attended an incident when I was driving buses,   I can give a description of a female cop and an ambulance driver who use their positions for no good.  I wouldn't think it would take too long for a search through mug shots to identify them.  I have a photograph of a man who is either a pedophile or an undercover cop posing as a pedophile who regularly visits the neighbours and is involved in my persecution.  I have written down part of a conversation I overheard him talking on his phone, it involved going up north, having money for someone and that someone telling him about two kids, one of them quite pretty, one of them with a tattoo (as he called them 'kids' I'm guessing they weren't that old).  Even though I'm pretty sure that the doctor would not confirm what he said to me about a camera pointing at me, I have his name, and maybe the police would like to talk to him.  I have the names of people at the bus depot who probably know what's been going on.  I have the name of the woman who works for the RSPCA who was present at one stage during the taped break in. In other words, haters, the longer you keep at it, the more information I gather, the more likelihood of you ALL being caught up in something nasty if you do anything to physically harm me.  But why bother?  The psychological torture is fun for you anyway, right?