I believe and am convinced that my upstairs neighbours are executing a haunting on me, and people like BBC World News are helping them, with their regular, strongly-spiritual sounding music in their intervals, which grabs me and maybe my neighbours as well. My neighbours latch onto it and shout ‘hallelujah’, and today they have been tapping at every change and interval. I just shouted at them with the help of Google Translate that that is what they are doing, and they banged at me violently. I thanked them for the violence and said that I would take that as a confirmation.
Every time I go to take my thoughts back and inspiration starts to be birthed, she shouts ‘hallelujah’. At this point someone decided, I believe, that Internet Explorer needed to close because it had encountered a problem, and the newsreader on BBC World News just decided he needed to do a strong throat rasp, which to my mind was completely false. They fill me with anger and hysteria when I type something like this, and it makes me feel I’m not going to be taken seriously by the authorities or even if I am, because of the mental trauma I won’t be helped. The newsreader just banged violently on a surface, has started talking about ‘striking’ deals, then went into a more intimate tone in which he said a word to sound like ‘bottom’, as if in the bottom on your body. I feel ridiculous, and I’m carrying so much that that is a feeling I can’t cope with. My neighbours just struck violently as well, and she has just shouted ‘hallelujah’ in a disgustingly intimate, almost ‘there, there, there’ tone, as if comforting.
I don’t know the newsreader’s name. I think it is Aaron something. It is 2.08 pm UK time. I feel hysterical again. I don’t know if the monitoring is mechanical and all by media, if they have it on upstairs or what, or if it is all spiritualistic aided by physical and mental and spiritual violence, they have gained access to me that way. He has momentarily switched back to sounding normal. Like bait and switch, which was covered in the Watchdog programme a few months ago.
I really need help. I’m not sure if I can get it myself. I’m not talking about psychiatric. He has just said ‘letskit’. His name is Aaron Thomas, I think. Softly, softly innocent, but I don’t think he is. He has just said ‘just’ with emphasis, as if to say, ‘I said ‘just’, not something else’. Assuming the right to communicate, and a lying disclaimer.
I first heard about hauntings from Tommy Boyd. He said someone had offered to carry one out on his behalf and he had turned them down.
His name isn’t Aaron, it is Owen Thomas. The savage-girl/woman just said so. The little dominatrix. I’m not being hateful or spiteful. That is the role she is playing.
This is why I left my flat in London, and now my landlord, Hexagon Housing Association, is trying to evict me, even though they know I left to try and get this sorted out from a safe distance and then go back. They have cited abandonment, among other things.
I’m afraid and desperate. The taxi companies here are involved as well. I’m afraid, I can’t cope.
BBC World News is using strong ‘are’s to sound like ‘ah’ as they did on ‘Strictly Come Dancing’, which for me started with Tommy Boyd saying ‘I can make you say ‘ah’ ‘. I’m not sure which came first, but it seems to me this is also a haunting technique. Owen Thomas just finished as if he was talking reassuringly to small children. This is such an insult. It is a criminal insult.
I want to be happy. I came here to be happy and safe. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. My emotions are in meltdown. I am constantly close to tears. My eyes are always wet and I can’t make relationships.
News people also weave me and world dictators together. As they are now on BBC World News, the round table thing. They keep clearing their throats. They weave me together with a lot of people, it is something I can tell from their tone and body language, often. And Ofcom won’t deal with this. that is what the first level people have said, and their superiors, and I haven’t had the energy to pursue it further. They keep striking tables and forcefully exhaling at significant points, so I am assuming that, whether this is a live broadcast or not, there is an element of spiritualism involved in this happening. I think it is live though. Their reactions are becoming more pronounced, and the man upstairs has just shouted violently.
If I can’t deal with it in here first, I can’t take it with me outside. It feels too unreal and I look like a tramp and people look at me badly and it makes me feel angry and hysterical and desperate. They just said ‘no, no’, in a way which felt like a deliberate opposition and reversal. And they often hesitate, pause for effect, before saying with an appearance of innocence something like ‘touch’ as they just did. They are deliberately and hatefully pumping something out into the spiritual atmosphere. And the presenter has just said ‘we can’t go on any more’ like someone who means it emotionally. Like me.
All the time they maintain an upbeat approach, even saying that is what they are doing in a way which feels like taunting and adds to the hysteria I feel, and also maintain a tone as if they are talking to small children. It is now 3pm, there has just been an interval with the same expansive music which was followed up by something which, several times, talked about haunts, followed by a few seconds effective silence, and now Owen Thomas is back on. I say ‘effective’ silence, because after the strong recognition of what was being done with the haunts advert, I felt terrified in the silence. Owen Thomas is clearing his throat a lot. He has just said, ‘Kevin Connelly, live in Bengazi’, and finished it with ‘thank you’, in the same way that I say ‘thank you’. This is also a regular thing. He said leak and I felt as if he had touched me sexually. Somewhere that is the intention, and I know that in some contexts that intention is obvious. Huw Edwards did it at the end of his programme two or three days ago, News at Ten, and when I just typed ‘Huw Edwards’, Owen Thomas struck his desk. And my neighbour upstairs has just coughed angrily. And I have done this silently throughout. Something in this, if not everything, is deliberate from someone, a lot of people, or everyone. Internet Explorer just ‘needed to close’ again, when I logged back on, after the woman upstairs shouted ‘hallelujah’ again, I had to retrieve an autosave, and as I did I noticed that at the bottom of the screen it said something which contained the string ‘wpnonce’. That is what it feels like for me all the time. A nonce. Spiritually applied psycholinguistics, I suppose. ‘The red button’ is used in the same way. It is now 4.47 pm and Clare Balding has just done it.
They are banging again, and it feels violent. I am now firmly convinced that all my computer and browser crashes and freezes are actively and specifically part of the haunting. They even happen with good security.
I honestly believe that most, if not all, of the emotional voice squeaks and wobbles are affected and not real.
The banging is constant though intermittent now, and it is frightening me. It feels like being beaten up and it feels threatening. I wanted to go out today, as I did yesterday. i felt i was gathering momentum and confidence and the ability to communicate which I need to go to the police. But everything has intensified here, and I haven’t gone out. I feel too intimidated, embarrassed and confused.
After I posted this, Barack Obama came on and delievered a speech, and he was almost in tears. I haven’t seen him like that before. I don’t know if the speech was live or recorded or when it was recorded if it wasn’t live. I think he knows about me, but that might be just a media illusion, but I don’t think so. Clare Balding is coupling Ed Byrne’s name with the word ‘dirty’. I said in a previous post that I like Ed Byrne. With her ‘yes, that’s right’, at this point today, she is playing medium or healer or charismatic or pentecostal Christian. I know that charismatic and pentecostal Christians do that a lot. The first time I knew she was doing that kind of thing, or believed that she was, was at the trooping of the colour televised last year, when she interviewed a couple of little girls and their father. She spoke to the older girl, who said how proud she was of her father, and she turned away to her little sister and said the horse was a ‘bit of a star’, and I felt it was disapproval and criticism being expressed towards the older girl for being what Clare appeared to think was ‘above herself’. The older girl had that slightly dazed and surprised look of someone who knows something has just happened, but is not sure what or how, and even if they do know, they can’t address it or challenge it, because it has been put subliminally, it has taken them time to catch up, and the situation has moved on. Also the person might not acknowledge it, because it was not explicit. I suppose that is usually why it is not explicit, so that, if challenged, the person doesn’t have to own it. In physical terms it might be equated to referred pain, and in psychological terms it would be called displacement.
My computer just crashed completely, twice, as I felt spiritually at my most open. The men on the same programme with Clare, the Oxford/Cambridge boat race, started talking about ‘gut’ and ‘Asus’ (cf previous post on Isus/Jesus), and as I typed this one of the men started doing something with his speech which I have become familiar with in Bulgaria and never noticed anywhere else before I noticed it here, a close approximation on a page would be ‘leraleralera’, mid flow.
If I tried to diarise every instance of what they are doing, I would never be able to stop, because they don’t stop themselves. One of them has just said ‘soon’, caressing it with his voice, emotionally, and it felt to me like my name.
They just put together ‘experienced crew’ to sound like ‘screw’, ‘took a’, to sound like ‘tuka’, the Bulgarian word for ‘here’, and referred to ‘arms aloft’ which is a familiar attitude of praise and worship in charismatic and pentecostal churches. Their whole commentary sounded very emotional, I don’t know how much it actually means to them. But I tend to think the whole thing is displacement and deliberate transference.
My problem with this, even if it is well-intentioned, is that this appears to be all they do, I am not aware of any practical support being given to me, I am left terrified and feeling inadequate and guilty and stupid and incapacitated, and at the end of the day, it has to be illegal harassment. And if people are thought to be mentally ill and say this kind of thing is happening to them, they are not believed. I have not been. Or I have been and people thought it was easier and more convenient to pretend they didn’t believe me so they wouldn’t have to get involved, and keep me in hospital, locked up, drugged and bullied instead. While this has happened to me and is happening to other people, how can I not say that I believe this is not OK? Under any circumstances and from any body?
7.13 pm UK I have just told my neighbours, with the help (?) of Google Translate, that my father killed himself when I was 11, dealing with neighbours like them and, I believe, with a situation exactly like this, and that I was going to press for a penalty. That girl Karin, the young, blonde newsreader, was close to tears while I was sitting watching and observing and hearing all the same stuff as usual and thinking, ‘why am I watching this? – because there is nothing else to watch’, and at the end she surreptitiously touched the desk as she went off (maybe they think it is normal, but I think it is superstitious, and faced it constantly, face to face, while I was going through the mental health system, in the early days, from people, often shop assistants and bar staff, I didn’t even know). She went out with what looked like a bit of a sneer.
I don’t know if she knows what I have just done, their scripts are regularly peppered with things I have recently said and done, but I don’t know how aware they are as newsreaders. I suspect they are very aware, but I don’t know.
I had a close friend at school called Karin. It took me a while to catch up with the fact that this girl now is too young to be her. If some of them know I suppose they all know, so the only point in naming names and quoting facts is for other people’s information and hopefully for their embarrassment and exposure.