When I was still in Puerto Rico, the criminals would constantly come in while I was sleeping to do their ugly deeds.
In the morning, I could not figure out how they had entered my home and my bedroom. My doors and windows were locked, as I had left them the night before. For more than a year, I could not figure out how the criminals did it.
I would rack my brain wondering how they had come in. Seeing me genuinely anguished, a person that clearly knew the answer to my quagmire asked me:
“Have you ever thought you may sleepwalk?”
I had never been a sleepwalker. Remotely activating the brain implants illegally placed within my head at the behest of the local Puerto Rico government criminals, I was being made to sleepwalk, opening the door locks for the local criminals to come in and hurt me in more ways that I can write here. They would then make me close the doors after them.
In the morning, I knew they had come in, but could not figure out how as the doors were locked.
Out of desperation, I came up with a plan.
I knew I had eye implants through which the local criminals could see my every move.
At that time I did not know that due to their security clearances, the traitors at the Space Force and CIA do not communicate with the local criminals. Even if the criminals in Colorado are able to see through your eyes and read your thoughts, they are not allowed to communicate with the thugs that break-in to your home.
It occurred to me to place hasps with locks on the interior part of the two doors to my bedroom. When I would lock the padlocks, I would turn off the lights (in case they had cameras) and close my eyes to hide the key in different places every night, so that the local criminals that could see through my eye implants could not see where I hid it.
Predictably, the criminals made me want to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Undeterred, I kept a makeshift chamber pot in the room. I was not going to give them an inch.
It was then that for the first time in over a year since I had discovered I was targeted, I was able to sleep at night with the certainty that the criminals could not come in to my room while I slept. At least not the local ones that have to enter through a door.
The criminals openly bragged about everything they did to me. Even friends and family knew that the criminals would make me open the doors to them and kept collusively mum about it.
If you have constant break-ins and cannot figure out how they are coming in, perhaps the local criminals are making you open the door for them. Install hasps and locks, screw your windows, and follow my closed eyes routine in case you too have eye implants.
Days later, the honest man who alerted me about my sleepwalking had his car totaled while it was parked in front of his house.
They were mad. My tactics had worked.
Even though today I am safe from the thugs I left behind in my beloved homeland of Puerto Rico, I still retain the habit of closing my eyes every night and hiding my keys. The trauma will take many years to subside. Acknowledging it is still there is the first step towards healing.
Throughout our nightmarish plight, God has made it clear that he will never leave our side. He gives us hints and solutions. And he will lead us to our ultimate triumph of shutting down the highly illegal unacknowledged access targeted individual program.
Do not doubt it for a second.
Amen!
You may not have the kinds of implants they placed in me -- I just share my experience because I am certain they are doing the sleepwalking trick on many. Just close things in a way that if you or anyone opens them, you will notice.
This is VERY helpful, especially for things like hiding keys ; etc. or placing a camera although if I place a camera they WILL send someone in to retrieve it or erase the content. I don’t even bother anymore. I still use a real time dash cam for safety but that’s all.
The security clearance concept makes SO much sense.
I have noticed that there are certain activities that require advanced knowledge of my plans to implement which clearly suggest RNM and involve professional criminals ; then other more mundane activities where they rely on the “ B” team (as I like to refer to the local low hanging fruit or thugs) and I have wondered how they didn’t know ahead of time what I was doing .
Those local activities I can often disrupt if i want to play with them a bit ; by altering my routine, not texting about my plans or speaking them out loud. That can sometimes be entertaining to watch them trip over each other trying to catch up with me ; but they are most often not worth the effort.
Thank you for this helpful insight!