SEPTEMBER 2, 2011 7:44 PM
Filed a request under the Freedom of Information Act for my file from the FBI. I must have one because I was interviewed by some lady. During induction to the Navy, they sent me into some room and some lady seemed like she held up photo or letter or some document. She asked me, "Do you see this?" I said, "No." And then thought,*And you know I don't see it.* She read some stuff, can't recall what, then I signed something and that was it.
So, the harassers already know it, and started covering their asses with their favorite things. X with say this and that and you wanted it, etc. The cop who always insists that I agree that I let him use me back in 1985. And sistersT&J with their brain washing about how I have to live like a girl and accept it. And sisterT's husband chimes in with "sisterT is your role model." What a piece of garbage. I'm glad to be away from her and she should stay away from me.
I woke up at about 5:30 pm and just waited for the same old crap to start. And I just know what's coming. Thought of sisterJ and, of course, she starts up the word association rewrites and the question/answer (their questions and their answers--I hear clicks and see lights. I'm assuming that's when they've got me programmed to respond later, somewhere else in front of ... who knows?) And then, sisterJ says it's time to call so and so. She just instigates head trouble for me and fright for the public when the 'later you... do this or say that' imprints wake up in front of people.
The first thing she started was "Get up as ...." (meaning get out of bed) And she waits and I just said nothing, thinking that it's the stupidest thing to even ask that question. So, I thought of people getting up, how they move, etc. Actually I settled on, or she stopped when she got some answer she chose) some cartoon character, since they have to have an answer-- they don't settle until they do. They, sisterJ and sisterT, have been saying that I'm going to get fired from the delivery job. They have been screwing with the people at work by waking up their programming at work. Getting people to ask me a question, I see a light and spout out their answers. They are probably embarrassing things, but most of them go over my head.
So, I wake up and sisterT and sisterJ start up their 'thing' about making associations that I never would, and they're all about being a woman. The cop jumped in and said, "Bell(e)." More about this later. And I told them to knock it off. Then they try to prove that's what I want. I keep telling them no. And she recites something from who knows how long ago. But I don't hear most of what she's saying and she knows it.So, she thinks that she has some right to do this to me. Then she tells (commands) me to be "Fl**," X's daughter's nickname.
It really is just about covering her ass and sisterJ's ass. They're trying to play some "his problems comes from guilt. He just treated his sisters so terribly and he can't get over it." The new religion of psychobabble, which has turned int the sham practice of brainwashing and restyling and reprogramming. What they are trying to do is force me to make the connections they choose, which are all girl things that sisterT has pushed on me since I was eight years old (she was about 18) and she'd paint my nails and send me outside and just couldn't understand why she got yelled at for it. So, they keep me this way, some phony split personality, to cover their asses about what sisterJ and others were involved with, namely, how they started the "let's talk to him while he's sleeping and find out this and that" and lead to bigger things later.
So, there I am. In a room with just a bed, as far as I could tell, and they start that crap and tell me that I'm not getting out of there unless I accept sisterT's version of the thing they created, this 'person' that they pass me off as. I keep telling them no, and then they just keep harassing me.
This is like when I joined the Navy. Eventually got to some room just like the one that I've been waking up in lately. Back in 1986, I was locked in there, and they 'woke me up.' They couldn't communicate with me and some lady said to call my sisterT. Of course, she started screaming that she couldn't help me now, blah, blah, blah. They called her, not me. After that, they told me to put on a dress. I didn't know how. And they asked questions. Some guy called me KR (my middle name) told me to stay in that room.
And the cop and his wife say they want the same thing, some psychobabble excuse that covers their asses, because they can't be caught being involved with what sisterJ and sisterT did and are doing now. And they play the same game of 'civilizing the beast.' Good luck with that. I screw up the situations they contrive deliberately. And the 'say you're gay' campaign/harassment. And they all love to scream child molester at me, another one of sisterT's favorite subjects for the past 40+ years.
Generally, it's been the same things over and over with them since 1984, especially when I came back from the failed military thing. In those first few days, and up to recently, sisterJ kept yelling for me to 'act crazy, go to sleep.' That's when they screw me up and try to cover their asses, but other people know what a sham they're playing and some of them try to 'help.' She probably wakes up the imprint of when I b****ed her out when she had a baby and I'm sure that gets her dupes all worked up. They're primed to do her dirty work. She has more to hide than anybody.
So, basically, it's accept their rewritten personality or else. Confess to being the worst thing that ever happened to my sisters and sccept their 'guilt trip' psychobabble write up. That is strange because I hardly seen any of them in almost thirty years. Hardly seen sisterT since she moved out of state about 1977 [?]. I run into sisterG about once every two or three years since 1980. I've hardly seen sisterJ since she was about nine or ten years old. I run into her about once every six years or so. If I'm still their worst nightmare, and they're already nearing middle age, then they haven't been looking at themselves at all. What about their other influences? Especially sisterJ, since she spent most of her time away from the house with people who were twice her age.
What's with the kissing sounds? I hear them, but I'm not sure what they mean. I'm guessing that it's supposed to make me lose my train of thought, or get me irritated, or change 'personalities.' I'm guessing that it goes back to just after sisterJ dead baby's funeral. SisterT kissed me and pointed at me. I think she said something. Don't know what. SisterJ was there at the time.
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