Documenting their disease
Holding my stalkers to account as I return to Australia from a year of travel
How do my stalkers behave? What is my latest reasonable hypothesis about what is going on here? What has changed of late? There are five things that I should note.
First, my stalkers behave as if they are on a script - a program of scripts - to psychologically break me down. They probably do have expertise brought in from military or intelligence, or cross-pollinated through violent gangs, because their main game it seems is to try to pin some crime on me. To force a false confession. They use these scripts 24/7. It is really quiet first thing in the morning. It is perhaps responding to my brain activity. It dies without my energy for it to feed upon.
Second, they get extremely excited when I am busy with writing or cycling or walking, observing the scenery. They provide positive reinforcement. This is in stark contrast to the attempt to prove their superiority over me at other times. The reason for these periodic attempts to share the good life with me might be:
They are genuinely deprived and my life is a beacon of stimulation and promise for them.
They need to ‘break into’ my life, into my trust, so that their negative attacks will have more impact.
One of the algorithm’s major inputs is simply amplifying what I am experiencing. When they guilt me, it is taking something real within me and magnifying it. When they try to stall me with indecision, I am perhaps already being indecisive. So, my thrill at riding fast through the countryside or observing inspiring architecture is their thrill too. This doesn’t explain everything, but it seems a go-to first input for the app.
Third, something constant: it is trying to influence where I go. That is, do I live in Melbourne, or do I return to my hometown? It harps on trying to sound like some macho person of influence, commanding me that I am not going back to Melbourne. There are ‘gangstalkers everywhere’ it repeats, despite that phrase having zero effect on me given its long ineffectual history. Is this genuine attempt to direct me in physical space, is it just trying to intimidate by badgering me, or is it maybe magnifying a doubt I have about whether Melbourne is right for me, right now? I don’t yet know.
And fourth, there is a mode of address that seems to have been summed up by a fellow TI, as the Bullshit Anxiety Pump. The two ‘characters’ (Craig and Mark) will regularly go into ‘apoplectic’ mode or just below. Something I characterise as around 7.5 out of 10 in terms of hysteria. In a high-pitched scream, they barrage me with hysterical reactions to my thoughts, actions, or perceptions.
ChatGPT gave me this fairly good representation of the device that is responsible for choosing and feeding the v2k
This is mainly Craig, and its tone is often pantomime, almost camp comic opera when he does this. So it is not a mode of intimidation so much as one of trying to set an atmosphere through sheer affect that works below the level of rational communication. It has a wry quality to it such that it is aware that I will see through it but that it will work anyway at a rhythmic, embodied level. We are apparently hard-wired to attune to people in panic mode (perhaps they are conveying information vital to our needs), and so you can hook this panic mode up to any discourse, presumably, and still gain attention.
There is a fifth one here too. And that is the game that they are playing of late now that I am returning home from a year abroad, and coming to see family. They are desperately obsessing about the family dynamics, as if they are village gossips or are desperate to break into our social circle and planning their maneuvers to do so by reading the tea-leaves on everybody’s motivations from my stepmother’s to my brothers or to my stepsister’s new boyfriend. Even my nephew, who is a young teenager. This is vile and must be condemned insofar as any humans involved in this program are aware of and are going along with these computer generated scripts.
So, here I am, after 12 months on the road, six of which have featured 24/7 commentary and attempts to intimidate and what would easily amount in legal definition to multilpe life sentences worth of crimes that these barbarians are too cowardly to lay their names or persons to. It’s all a bit pathetic really, and would be amusing if it wasn’t a matter for law enforcement and the justice system to wipe out which, I know, it will in a matter of time.