You want a cutesy facade? This is cute till you puke.

 

AUTOTUNE ATTACK

 

The first gaslighting event with an audio engineering twist started as I drifted off to sleep in the back bedroom of a ranch house at the edge of the woods. 

This was years ago, and the gaslighting techniques of misdirection were new to me. A sharp metallic ping echoed from the adjacent room. I went to investigate. There it was—a small, mostly metal object resting in the aluminum sink where it landed. 

It was out of place and unique, resembling a doo-dad that might have come from an obscure parts store counter. These gaslighting props are ordinary but appear out of place, leaving the target to ponder, handle, and rotate the object and wonder. However, there is never any meaning because puzzlement and confusion are the only meanings. Over time, it became obvious that these attacks are intended to dishearten the target and undermine their sense of security. When I arrived back in Houston, identical objects were strewn next to my security DVR, which I had obviously left during a break-in while I was out of the country. Their presence was disturbing, one of the events leading to the installation of cameras. Nothing was stolen. There never is, except for time. One’s sense of security is shaken, but no need for the police. That’s how they roll.

This was my first encounter with audio prop gaslighting, and the mystery was meant to be perplexing. One obvious possibility is that they picked the lock on the side door and tossed the small object into the sink to make the high-pitched ping.  

The grand finale came before sleep, interrupted by an electronic sound so loud it slammed the window and rattled the glass in its wooden frame, this major chord of autotune effects. It’s not often that one hears loud autotune blasts strong enough to shake glass in the woods. This was sonic gaslighting. These operatives, as magicians, likely had been paid to perform professionally. It is possible they had military training, an impression that was frequently conveyed. This event and several others suggest that a portable hardware form factor is being utilized. 

After the grand finale and the commotion, the ranch dog was nowhere to be found. 

Eventually, I was once again attacked in my own home. As before, sound was the vector. Like an arrow or a bullet, sound allows for effect from a distance.

There is much more about the use of sound that is too unbelievable to include even here.

 

CRAWLSPACE CAMERA DEFENSE

 

Our sick little crawl space troll operative enjoyed being cruel in his unique way and is deeply troubled, but not so crazy that the installation of multiple cameras, placed about a foot off the ground on the joists of the old house, wouldn’t faze him. As more cameras were added, his domain shrank, south to north. It is hard to describe the increasing relief as this started working.

As always, there was a delay. A small bathroom in his former territory had an unlikely, persistent bug infestation. Over time, the actions became clear. Bugs were dropped down the pipe from the roof. Once, when a camera was installed on the roof and a few additional cameras were placed to protect the next in the sequence from the yard, the problem went away immediately. It’s not a coincidence that you simultaneously destroy two different infestations, human and insect. The cameras were successful, both high and low, on the roof and in the crawlspace, driving him away from the house in Houston and, eventually, in Austin. It’s pointless to call the police for this crap, which is the intent.

 

INVISIBLE STINKY PROPS

 

The little narcissist always had to come up with new ideas, new ways to bewilder, and find new ways to trigger the “appliance” (the source of delicious narcissistic fuel), me, to react because it was the reaction that was a soothing mood-altering supply. One of his tricks in my Houston Heights crib was to smoke cigars under the house. He loved cigars. Several times, the entire north end of the house’s interior was filled with the stench of noxious cigar smoke, even when there was a breeze. Unlike the multi-person performances, those with just one participant began occurring three times a week or more. That pace has continued in one form or another for years. Narcissists love to keep tabs.

Narcissists, those toddlers, need to confuse others, ensuring nothing makes sense. It has been known for decades that this is control. But this group has a hierarchy of schemers. Until the cameras drove him away, the troll (or one of his cohorts), based on subsequent events, had obviously listened from his low perch and conveyed information to his handlers, which was likely gained from hearing about my interest in investing in Tesla, which eventually did happen in 2019. Something was likely going on at the macro level because of an event involving Tesla that was also happening at the national political level. Dark Personalities love their power and headline dramas. Whatever the reasons, Tesla vehicles will later become a significant theme in Prop Gaslighting performances. 

 

FEATHERS AS PROPS

 

Early in this period, a dead bird lay in the middle of my driveway—could West Nile be the possible culprit? Of course! But like all the bugs and all the other patterns to unfold later, they all started after a priming event to the “appliance.” Suddenly, ordinary feathers became calling cards, appearing in odd places multiple times a week. They have been using stupid props for the better part of a decade! For example, after returning to my vehicle and getting a mall haircut, a feather was found tucked INSIDE A LAPTOP left in my unlocked vehicle. Back in Houston, a feather was placed in my freshly cleaned bathroom during a trip to my truck in my driveway that lasted LESS THAN SIXTY SECONDS, obviously pushed up from the crawlspace below by my cruel little magician. Disturbed magician, bug thrower, and feather pusher.

“Sensitization” is a psychological term and a technique used here innovatively to gaslight a sadistic effect. The leader, if he is a narcissist/psychopath/coercive controller, is an innovator. If that is the case, he is, as all dark personalities do, leading a double life in search of vulnerable populations. Likely, but not necessarily male, he or someone on the staff is well-versed in psychology, as some of the exploited operatives are facing mental health challenges of their own.  

 

THE PREDATOR AND THE PARASITE

 

As explained in more detail in the last section, some people, about ten percent of the population, discover that they enjoy demeaning people and making them suffer. Karen Mittchll, Phd, calls these qualities “attributes” and all predators have them. People at the core of cults are always predators. My little troll is clearly a sadist in his own right, but not being one of the highest functioning abilities, for the sake of this nomenculture, let’s call him what he is, but also “the Parasite”, given his persistence and dedication to his job. Eventually, he turned pro and shed his “disturbed amateur magician role. Not all subordinates, often called “Flying Monkeys,” are sadistic parasites. Still, in cults, the Puppet Master at the center of power is always a Dark Personality, a Predator, sometimes described as a narcissist/psychotic/coercive controller..

 

THE META-LOGIC OF ABSURDITY - CLUSTERED TESLAS, FLYING MONKEYS, FEATHERS, AND BUGS, OH MY!!  

 

In 2019, my interest in Tesla’s technology stemmed from my earlier investment in Apple. Thanks to many cameras, some in novel places, the troll’s tenure was about to end, but he was still coming and going, inserting himself as much as possible into every aspect of my life. At the latest, in early 2021, Teslas began showing up on my drives at two key times during this period: when I left the house and when I neared often-visited locations. Correlation, causation, and coincidence are different and can easily be confused. But these proportions of Teslas were meant to be over the top, like bugs and feathers before them. So much overkill to ensure proper sensitization. They have been the longest-running prop gaslighting riff by far. 

These improbabilities serve more than one purpose. First, as explained in more detail in the addendum below, when an event’s improbability is greater than that of a typical background event, that is a heads-up to conditioned targets. That way, the lines of communication are secured, excluding people not in on the joke, who are everyone else. 

In addition to the purpose of improbable events to make them noticeable, a little headroom has to be included to ensure that, should that become necessary, sincere witnesses can be discredited. The third purpose is to provide security for the prop-gaslighting manipulators. One doesn’t call the police about EVs or bar-hopping crickets. 

The gearhead drivers are stubborn like little snotty children, always having to have the last action, sending “we are watching you” and “we are in control” messages. They follow commands like sheep, making even the smart ones so STUPID. Not having Teslas pop up upon leaving and nearing an often-visited destination, literally for years, has been rare. I can only break the pattern when I leave suddenly during the workday, at completely unexpected times. Even then, the number of encounters drops sharply, rebounding on the return. The drivers must have support teams with skills shadowing targets in traffic, at which they are proficient, even professional.

These operatives work in secrecy, accountable only to the world of the cult. Where is their judicial system? There has been communication with self-styled cowardly vigilantes playing games of control from their spider holes in the shadows, where they keep their profiles low. Someone must tell them about the wider world’s presumption of innocence. 

Drivers of many clustered Teslas are idealistic, fresh-faced kids with almost a Children’s Crusade vibe. There is no such thing as too much cutesyness. It is a family affair with participants in their late teens, up to thirty-five or so, a seventies Coke commercial of wholesome types pitching, eager to help. Smug kids raised in less than critical-thinking cultures would make a practical recruiting population, particularly when planning for actions at scale. Older people of color, in their twenties and thirties, are drivers who put out a young gearhead vibe like grandchildren of foreign nationals. If a nontrivial percentage of the people of color driving (only the) clustered Teslas are in families of former foreign nationals, organizations with an international footprint could be a recruiting population. Many churches, such as The Vineyard, which is mentioned twenty-six times in Matthew D. Taylor’s book about NAR, the New Apostolic Reformation, have an international following.

Unlike the well-healed, smug gearhead Flying Monkeys riding around town, the hands-on and boots-on-the-ground people are often Hispanic. For example, the seated man in the photo section was likely a liaison to the Hispanics in the Heights area of Houston. As is the case in the wider world, these people get things done. They are the operatives, and their families also function as clients. His posse is willing to step in as vigilantes so people can go to places other than the police.

This odd abuse continued as a refugee in the Hostel Fish in Denver. Far from Texas, even on the most trivial outing, an astonishing number of Teslas continued the pattern in full effect and made their appearance. The expense must have been incredible, even with idealistic puppets working for free.  With their belief in demons and militant organization, this group is grandiose, perhaps not unlike the New Apostolic Reformation. However, performative Tesla events dropped to nearly zero in Boulder, Colorado. Practicality dictates that narrow canyons and sheer vertical cliffs made their town-and-country logistics impossible. In the smaller numbers of cars seen, there was not even a proportional effect of Tesla’s aggregation. Thus, their impressive tracking logistics could not manifest.

In fairness, there is no evidence that this has anything to do with the company itself or its management; it is likely only a group of emotionally unstable fanboys. 

They certainly do glare. Total strangers giving me childish stink-eye looks often act as if they were some royal person of authority in control. Since miscreants started their gaslighting attacks almost nine years ago, this infantile, glaring routine has happened many times. Dr. Les Carter. Surviving Narcissism. How To Identify A Covert Malignant Narcissist “They are known for having this mean glare” @5:30. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abVi1leFdpg&t=51s.   

 

GLARING EN MASSE 

 

In what has to be the oddest display of sheer childishness, as I was working at the kitchen sink in my new Austin digs, I noticed some unusual movement down the hill in the alley below. What I saw was hard to identify initially because there had never been anything like it.

A dozen to twenty people were milling around underneath my kitchen window. But I saw no common purpose among them. They were interweaving and marching around. They didn’t speak with one another; they kept churning and roiling around as a group. Then I noticed that many of them started looking up at my window perch, then down to avoid stumbling. This is a kind of group glare session, as if that’s what is supposed to have some effect. If intimidation was the objective, this was a failure, and finishing, I turned away from the window. They seem to think highly of their glaring skills, as if one should be afraid. More nonsensical, empty, performative threats of idiotic, confusing contradictions: toddler Trumps. They love to confuse using Fellini-esque absurdity. Narcissists are like immature albatrosses chained to the neck of humanity. 

It is not a conspiracy theory, only an inference, that after nine years of this nonsense, there are self-righteous people who wake up every day ready to scheme and plan dumb stuff all day long.

 

CONTRIVED GLARING  

 

A defining characteristic of this group is their strikingly consistent childishness. Like young children, they act as though they are in charge and possess adult authority never granted to them by voters. One of their favorite things is to glare threateningly in laughable attempts to intimidate. This has happened to me many times since the days of aggressive gaslighting marked the beginning of this period of my life.

Dr. Les Carter, psychotherapist, author, and host of Surviving Narcissism, has discussed glaring in his YouTube video, “How to Identify a Covert Malignant Narcissist.” He notes that “they are known for having this mean glare” at 5:30:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abVi1leFdpg&t=51s. 

For example, I was once next in line at the Heights Houston Post Office. As I approached the nice lady, a man in a bright red shirt, a few feet to my left, leaning sharply, popped into my peripheral vision, glaring at me. Suddenly, an unknown stranger, an old man in a bright red shirt with a quasi-John Bolton mustache, glared at me with total hatred. 

Like the child grunting and thumping the huge black balloon recounted elsewhere, he ensured he was noticed. 

This is animosity from a stranger. It’s the same old arrogant, passive-aggressive narc cult nonsense. Like the old fool at the Highball Club captured in the photos section below, he was staring and glaring. These are grotesque, living caricatures with a hateful emotional vibe.

This would often happen, like at the Post Office, when I was pinned by my obligation to speak to the lady behind the counter, who looked at me and waited patiently to help with my needs.

These events are planned by schemers who ensure the target is occupied, distracted, and ready to be manipulated at the chosen moment of obligation and vulnerability. When I was free, after a moment or two, I pivoted to ask what the heck the problem was, but he was gone. 

The glaring old fool shown below in the photo section also waited until just the right moment to inject himself and his angry, self-righteous glare while I was pinned down by the obligation to film my friends dancing their hearts out for their video. Of course, he ruined our video, but when I was free, as in the Post Office case, I pivoted around quickly to speak to him and ask what the problem was, but he was gone. No use in calling the FBI, saying an old guy backed his butt up too close to my groin. Until this account was written, this kind of wordless manipulation may have been nearly undetectable. But in another rare error, the old fool was captured at the periphery of my video, glaring at me the whole time he crossed the dance floor. I didn’t discover that his entire approach had been captured until much later. The images below are illustrated grabs from the video, created to hide his identity. The original shows him clearly.    

HEIGHTS 2ND CUP COFFEE SHOP

 

Duper’s Delight -This smirky, smug person is shown at a now-defunct coffee shop in Houston, once festooned with ostentatious anti-human trafficking on the walls. He is a liaison of a vigilante group to naive local clients. His job on this day was likely to ID me to some panicky person with whom I had a bizarre run-in on a Heights soccer field some months earlier for no rational reason. Many of the shop’s customers frequented the local institutions in the area that trace their origins back to William Branham. For many decades up to the present day, in one notable example, he and his movement constitute some of the most corrupt and criminal elements in the history of American Christianity. 

 

THE KID WITH THE BIG BLACK BALLOON

 

My first experience with gaslighting and manipulation occurred at a Gap clothing store in Houston around 2017. I was examining a display of underwear on an endcap in a space connecting two rooms filled with merchandise. I could see both rooms without turning, thanks to my peripheral vision. As I read, I became aware of a thumping sound punctuated by grunting. I looked to my left and saw a little kid keeping a large black balloon in the air by thumping it hard and grunting continuously. The noise and the kid’s proximity were distracting. When I turned back to the display, I realized that people were circling me. They were peeking between obstructing objects, scrutinizing me. One was a Black guy in a crew cut and a colorful collarless shirt, along with one or two other guys circling more discreetly.  

They resembled a heavy-handed grade school acting troupe taking their contrived show on a day trip. It felt surreal. Meanwhile, the kid never moved, thumping and grunting, thumping and grunting, lacking the vibe of a kid having fun. He seemed to be following instructions. So, I held my ground to see how long this strange tableau would continue. It dragged on and on; I kept rereading the underwear labels, past comprehension for the umpteenth time. Eventually, I stood there and listened. Suddenly, everything stopped—the store became eerily quiet; no conversation, no grunting, just an employee on the other side of one of the rooms. The sleuths had finally vanished, as had the circling guys. The child’s mother never appeared, and no mother ever called out to her child.

For the next few months, there were many obvious acting troupe performances in half-price stores, Whole Foods, and various venues, each featuring a child prominently involved, displaying obvious attention-seeking, eye-catching behavior to draw attention, often occurring multiple times a week. Eventually, this ended, replaced by dropping bugs, various sadistic tricks, and other odd attempts to intimidate, manipulate, and passive-aggressive childish attempts at control, trying different tricks without direct honesty, authenticity, or communication, or, importantly for me, any presumption of innocence.  

 

PUPPET PARADE IN THE DESERT

 

5/28/25 In Phoenix Airport Terminal 4 near Blanco Taco, a black lady with shockingly enormous breasts walked past just after I gathered my bags, preparing to enter the stream of walkers behind her & saw a mother cutting me with a baby nursing her prominently displayed bare breast. If this wasn’t this twisted group taking their cues from a sadistic Dark Personality, it was EXACTLY like them! Frustratingly unprovable, but in the context of watching performing troops like this occasionally appearing for a decade, and guess what, that IS their brand. It was them. The strutting black lady and the mother with the baby must have been standing at the ready a few yards away to ensure the timing for the target, me, was perfect. The Puppet Master Predator(s) love these productions and spare no expense or time to implement them. Controlling and fooling people, lying, and using the Flying Monkey Puppets are their life’s blood. Dr. C., Phd, studies all levels of society, including the high-functioning Dark Personalities. People have asked her, “He sits on the boards of four international corporations. Why would he do all this?” And the answer is that it is what he lives for, his life’s satisfaction. Being married, for a Dark Personality, is just a way to conceal their invariably sadistic double life. According to one of her PhD research participants, a senior FBI agent, narcissists and psychopaths spend 85% of their time carefully managing their contrived facade to conceal their double life. Dr. Mitchell has also worked with the FBI profiler who has caught more serial killers than anyone.

The desire to confuse is itself cruel, a form of sadism. People like this should not be influencing children because there is certainly more cruelty under the cutesy surface. This is someone who, like all abusers, studies their target. Dr. C., Phd, notes that all Dark Personalities have the exact attributes & techniques, whatever industry or country they are in, and their proclivities. It is almost as if they all attended the same trade school. The techniques of mocking cruelty are conserved from state to state. They are sexually boundaryless. Strip away the facades. People who smear others with campaigns of lies to create an army for their control should not be allowed around children. These are the kind of people who put mics and speakers in walls. This is the work of Dark Personalities. 

 

DANGEROUS CYBERTRUCK REDIRECT    

   

Here, we have two events, the first bordering on dangerous: the teleoperated commandeering of a 4,363 lb. electric vehicle in traffic, paired with a performative graphic grand finale to satisfy the never-ending need for performance and send the usual “we are in control” message. The encrypted prop-based messaging system must be distinguishable by the target and solely by the target from background noise. And the message is always one of control. Typically, this is narcissism, adults acting as children.  

As my Model Y in Supervised Full Self Driving started turning left toward a freeway overpass, preparing to go under it, the steering wheel suddenly oscillated widely, made an ugly, loud thud, and jerked back to the right, heading straight down the feeder. Control had been wrenched away. There was nothing to do but continue down the feeder and rely on FSD to make the U-turn under the next overpass, come up on the other side of the freeway, and turn west in the intended direction.  

Once on the other side, as traffic slowed at the light, the most performative graphic, a wildly arching, rainbow, eye-catching, psychedelic Cybertruck wrapped in bold tiger-striped-like lightning bolts careening down the feeder, popped up on the left to seal the deal. This not only sends the message to this conditioned target, but it is also the reward to the controlling, confusing part for the mean narcissist and the grandiose Grand Finale money shot they endlessly seek. This is not a case of a vehicle going straight when it should have turned, as an Asberger’s, often but not always, literal-minded engineer would likely proclaim. Given the wider sequence of events, complete with the usual performative crescendo, this was the remote commandeering of a vehicle. 

 

THE 10%-DEVILS IN SUITS & DRESSES

 

Imagine driving home from work and seeing the wreckage of two cars involved in an accident. As you pass by, you notice a woman crying in distress. Paramedics seem to be stepping away from an injured woman lying in front of them, who seems very badly injured.. But instead of asking anyone if they need help, you drive home, look in the mirror, and immediately start making faces like you saw the crying woman make. There are those among us who realize when they are little that they are different from other kids. These individuals do not experience emotions the same way as the rest of us. This division begins a double life—a public facade where emotions are feigned and imitated, and a secret life of meanness and constant lying, hidden and dark. They do not experience empathy or affinity. They view those with emotions as inferior because they don’t share our burden of caring. Always acting in self-interest, they work for their secret selves. They control for the satisfaction it brings and are sadistic, savoring the suffering of others. The high-functioning ones wear a mask of kindness, generosity, and compassion. Lacking genuine emotions, apart from a pathological anger when thwarted or in danger of being revealed, they charm and are unwavering even in the worst situations, fearless in their attempts to appear good. Every cult leader is one of these Dark Personalities, or predators, and millions of such individuals worldwide; some live in your town, neighborhood, or street. State-of-the-art research shows that they are about ten percent of the population.

A parade of such people has been on shows like 48 Hours for decades. Their faces contorted as if by emotion on camera when they need it, these well-liked and mild-mannered folks beg for the return of their precious loved ones, only to be found as the perpetrators who quite literally know where the bodies are buried. However, the depth of the problem was not discovered until Dr. C., Phd, researched the high-functioning Dark Personalities that have impulse control and are too smart to murder. Doctors and lawyers can be psychotic, too., These are the intelligent professionals of every stripe, from CEOs who one would think have better things to do, sitting on the boards of four international corporations, to self-help gurus, wealthy contributors to charities with buildings built in their name, mental health professionals whose workshops are on our thoughts and feelings, and the charismatic leaders of Faith. They seek vulnerable populations to exploit because they need control and satisfaction from seeing others’ suffering.

She should not endorse my story, nor has she, but her new research reveals long-hidden attributes of human nature. Dr. C., Phd, has found the keys to changing the world, sometimes with red flags and, less ambiguously, MRI scans that reveal brain anomalies in the amygdala and the prefrontal cortex. She has many new things to teach about Dark Personalities, ranging from their sheer brazenness to boundaryless sexuality, too bizarre to talk about even here.

We are all from the animal kingdom, but Dark Personalities have elected to think of only their interests, dwaddle, drag their feet, and keep us in confusion.

 

GANGSTALKING: THE MISSING PIECE

Even much of the writing in psychology done for decades was written by professionals who were themselves Dark Personalities, to keep us from rising, dragging us down to their predator level, and, as always, lying, lying, and lying. 

 

ONOTOLOGICAL SHOCK

And now, Dr. C has found that what we have always thought about humans is not true for 10% of the human race. At the heart of this group that has attacked me, and based on an overheard conversation, for being a demon, for a decade, often, is at least one person who has always led a double life, likely as a married person, because that is the best way to manage all those facades, even if that means forever lying to one’s spouse. But this group has prolifically expended far too much energy for there not to be something so onerous as to never be allowed to surface. Help Dr. C  help the world, now on X. If you have any other information, see law enforcement in person. It’s easy! At least, please submit the truth in 1000 characters or fewer to: 

                                                                                             

                                                        

 

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