- Life has been.rather something interesting for me. My
life story would definitely take a book to put up in its full detail and
context. So I'll just go over this in a nutshell. I was born out of marriage,
or as they call it popularly, out of wedlock, to Marie Jacques Graceline
Lherisson, later Jacqueline Fobes, and the brother of the current Haitian
ambassador to the US, Leopold Joseph. The Fobes family is bigtime bloodline.
Just check out these genealogy. The story I'll tell will be, to the reader,
quite unbelievable, just to understand the sheer scale of how desperate
the intelligence agency/Satanic network is to keep a lockdown on those
people born into their families. From top to bottom, you will understand
how they stalk a target in a big city. In my case, New York.
- You must understand that the Illuminati own the public
school system lock, stock and barrel. If you put your kid into one of those
camps, you understand good and well that you've got the neighborhood and
community Satanists, intelligence agency operatives, and a big stew of
informants. My elementary school, in New York City, where I went to, the
Manhattan New School, was loaded with agency operatives. And most likely
- Through the system where messages are relayed from point
to point through the above listed types of people, my own life was made
miserable through sending the children of the local Satanists to rough
me up every chance they got, while the "teachers" looked away.
Not all the children have to be Satanists to get that sort of job done.
If enough people in the right positions make fun of someone and pick on
someone, pretty soon, everyone else will too. Or at the very least won't
do anything to stop it for fear of looking unpopular too. The names of
some of the Satanist teachers at the time I went there are Judy Davis,
Kevin Tallat-Kelpsa, Layne Hughes.
- Operatives, or those accessible by operatives, are all
over the place. Really, it's not all that hard for the intelligence agencies
to access someone to do what they want to do. I read that story written
by that total retard just fluffing gang stalking, and it just made me cringe,
especially the part that just laughs off the part about stalkers living
near targets. From my experience, I'd say at least, a quarter of all apartment
rentals are taken up by operatives from the CIA/NSA/etc, who don't necessarily
live there, but hold the space itself to be used for spying purposes at
- They generally prefer to get window apartments, in order
to see which way their target is going, whether it be by foot or by car
or bus or what have you. These spotters can be out on the street in about
two minutes at the least (I've timed it), and they are extraordinarily
sadistic, although if you have or develop a reputation of being a bit violent
or rough around the edges, attempts at pickpocketing you or stealing your
money will stop. An intelligence agency spotter will, on one of their little
missions, stand wherever they feel they need to to get the job done, even
on the steps of a building they don't live in.
- They seem to project an aura of invisibility, which is
enhanced by the nature of cities. Most people do not notice everyone else,
even most police officers, so busy are they in the rat race of life, and
they could, theoretically stand just about anywhere all night long until
the right people are notified and they are questioned as to their business.
They even stand in front of and even loiter inside buildings waiting for
people they are spying on, buildings that they don't live in, and not be
seen as suspicious by the occupants simply because in the big cities, no
one knows their own neighbors at all, and don't even care to, such is the
raw amount of TV bread and circuses to be awaited in the living room.
- These intelligence agency spotters also have their little
cars of course. Real nice cars. I'm talking Lexuses, shiny new SUVs, which
are company cars. Generally they use cellphones to communicate, although
I am seeing lately more of a trend towards iPhones. They also wear wires.
They come from all ethnicities, White, Black, Hispanic. Even people as
old as about 65 are used, and as young as 16. Although Whites are used
the most, and then after that Hispanics, and then after that Blacks. Although,
if a person is seen as trusting only Black people, they will switch over
to using more Black minions.
- They dress in dark colors (navy blue, grey, black) and
a couple of them I have seen even wore full suits. They always travel in
at least pairs. Whenever you see one, there's another somewhere close by.
You will notice them on the job by their robotic way, like an organic lighthouse,
the way the move their head rapidly left and right, over and over and over
looking around, cell phone or iPhone in hand. If they are walking on foot
they have either knapsacks, or with the women, handbags. I have never gotten
the opportunity to find out what is in them yet.
- This at first, when they are more complacent and they
do not yet realize that they are being seen by their target in their activities,
is easy to see if an eye is kept on the environment and know how to recognize
patterns. During this stage, as soon as they saw me, well, then they would
detatch themselves from where they were sitting or standing and get right
to walking. Also, when seen, and it is made clear that it is understood
that they are there, they generally either do one of several things.
- The first is to start talking into their phone to
their operator in code that sounds like regular conversation. They also
might put their hand to their ear and start talking to their operator.
Tinted windows on cars are a favorite because they are far less likely
to be seen by sharper eyed targets. If the spotter gets extra spooked,
he will call backup, which usually consists of two men who "seem"
to be engaged in conversation, but no matter how engaged the two seem to
be in their talking, one always has his eyes riveted on the person he is
spying on. After it is determined that there is no harm to the spotter,
these two men will split up in opposite directions. The same tactic will
be used if discovered, if two spotters are on foot in a stationary position
close by together.
- Another way to enhance the spying is, in the course of
the spying, go into stores where the person they are spying on goes to
frequently, and then contact the manager or owner or whoever is on duty
at the establishment most often, and then tell them that the person they
are spying on is a criminal, or involved in something shady. Or they just
get full agents jobs in the stores themselves to keep an eye on things.
- A rumor was spread through to the gangs and drug dealers
at my high school by my half-brother Michael Fobes, who has extensive connections
into the illegal drug trade and Arizona and New York gangs, that I was
a police officer, and that I had weapons hidden in my coat. I don't need
to tell readers just how dangerous that was. When these people want to
try to control someone, everything they got will be used to undermine that
person's quality of well being in daily life, and these are just some of
the tools of the trade, albeit the most basic and fundamental ones.
- After a spotter tries to skip off, they will always look
over their shoulder with a angry or suspicious look on their face, or suddenly
stop in the middle of the street and then pretend to look in a store window.
One woman, last week did this, smiling all the way like she thought she
was important and smart. If they know they are being followed, they will
try to shake a person by going into a store, hoping that their quarry will
get tired and try to go back about their previous business.
- Every single mannerism, look, gesture, and physical movement,
no matter how slight is watched sharply and reported back to their handler,
who then gets the data crunched, and passed between the nodes of the surveillance
network where it is brainstormed and then a new strategy formulated based
upon the most current data. Strangely enough, they seem to like to be seen
as ninjas or something and will also wait till they are out of my line
of sight, and quickly move away to somewhere, as though to try to
get the message to me that they are mystical.
- No you are not mystical, you are little imps who are
being targeted for the same tyranny as everyone else, not knowing who you
serve or what's coming for you. Most these people don't even know how fast
it's coming, and for the ones who do, there is no honor among thieves,
and if they think the Illuminati don't keep tabs on them and will let them
live in a planned New World Order with their knowledge of agency operations
and spying tactics, where they could grow to be a threat, they must surely
believe in Santa, too. The people who will live and be subkings of little
fiefdoms in the planned global dictatorship are already handpicked, and
these poor foot soldiers aren't among the chosen and are seen as cattle
just like every other "global citizen".
- The superintendent in my building, named Ed Hot, who
hides behind that name and it isn't even his full one, and his wife, Sally
Hot, are intelligence agency assets. Two others in my building are as well,
and there are a couple more in the building to the left and to the right
of mine, as well as some accessible people in the construction company
down the block who have a grudge against me for some silly little reason.
My main problem, is that since I live with my mother's husband, Robert
Fobes, throughout all of this, it has been difficult not to be tracked,
and the elaborate procedures just to get out to get something to eat during
the day would make any Vietnam vet groan with amazement. No joke. Robert
Fobes has a communication device on him which he then alerts his fellow
intelligence agency operatives as to my comings and goings. He and his
friends have also bugged the apartment we live in so that even when he
is gone, the tracking attempts can still go on. The recie! vers for that
equipment are in other operatives day apartments and it would be interesting
to crack open their doors and see all of what was in there. This could
all be easily proven in court by accessing the cell phone records of the
people involved, where they just straight out plan and brainstorm and trade
daily reports of the spying, so if you people want to sue me, go straight
ahead. Let this all come out in court.
- This all started to really intensify when I had 100%
pinned down my half brother Michael Fobes as a key node in all of this.
So when I confronted him on this, and then angrily hung up the phone, he
showed his true colors, as I thought he would, and then tried to get me
committed. In the intelligence agency/Satanic hierarchy, he and his wife
Hellali Berlinger Fobes are higher than Robert Fobes and actually dictate
orders to him. Robert Fobes, when in his agency mode and not hiding behind
the senile friendly old man personality, is the most sycophantic, pathetic
individual you could ever hear or see when talking to them. Yes. I understand.
What do you want me to do. Ugh. Here's what he looks like.
- Another key tactic, just in case you were wondering,
is to call up a potential employer of a person that is being spied and
tracked, and tell them that they are a terrorist, a member of a gang, any
sort of thing that will defile their reputation. This is why I am typing
this here now.
- The Fobes family have many reptilian shapeshifters in
their clan. Robert Fobes proudly says in all seriousness he's a blood drinker,
he worships Lucifer, and that he comes from a reptilian bloodline and that
I have a human mind which is different from his. Even if most people cringe
at this information, well, all I can say is just that I'm putting it out
there. And to please take a look at a photo of the deceased Queen Mother
of England sometime.
- So, this is how a typical day goes with the minions.
When I leave, and Robert Fobes is in the apartment, the communications
device is pressed, and from the neighborhood cracks and crevices spring
out the spotters. They prefer the pincer mode of spying - at least one
person behind and one person ahead. They operate on a Matrix like system
where the operator guides them where to go, working from the profile list
of places where I regularly go. They are easily seen when you know to look
because frankly, they have an unusually watchful look in their eyes and
a demeanor about them that just screams fed. They will always park illegally,
and always have their hands on the wheel. The street spotters are available
24/7, seven days of the week. Using this one ahead, one behind tactic,
they can appear to be psychic to those who don't understand where all of
it is coming from.
- Two years ago pictures were taken of me quite often,
and then I was a little bit scared, but no trace of that remains now that
I see the lack of vital strength radiating from the people involved in
this. If readers could see some of the emaciated effeminate looking guys
they put on me, they would be collapsing with laughter. These people are
no talent hacks who probably never could get a real job in the first place.
That's why they joined up with Big Brother. Why should anyone in their
right mind, knowing this, be scared of them, no matter what their tracking
- I would suggest this be stored in people's minds very
carefully because this may well be the way they use to track political
figures and other people they have an axe to grind with in order to assassinate
- Why they do this has something to do with my mother,
who is seen as property by the Fobes family, and apparently (haha) they
actually see me as property as well. She had the classic glassy eyes that
you find so often when you look at photos of people who claim to be under
mind control, and I suppose they want themselves a new "asset".
Well, I love to disappoint you - I'm no one's asset but my own. Why do
I put this out, if I'm really in such a position?
- Because I don't like living like this, and no one
else should. Besides, I've had a couple of near brushes with death, and
I'm still here after all these 22 years and attempts to undermine my mind,
and at the right times and moments, and with a LOT of use of passion and
hard work, things just seemed to turn aside at the last moment, so I guess
something somewhere has love for me. I want to set an example for anyone
else out there who is living in circumstances like this to wisely find
someone (or someones) accessible who has a big readership and get your
story to them. Public exposure is the worst thing that could happen in
these creatures minds, and the last straw on the NWO back.