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Wednesday, June 19, 2024

A Prince Passed Me A Ton of Pears

A prince passed me a ton of pears. 
He said due to a state of affairs, 
the state rejected what we had to share. 

The prince said, these ton of pears are rear. 
Take a bite and predict 
what's near when certain things are shared.





 






The state rejected and laughed at that idea. 
 So I, the prince, am handing you a ton of pears.

Poem By Nikola Naylor-Warren

Friday, May 24, 2024

There's No Place Like Home



Ever since I started using my AC, when I walk in my bedroom, my knees would swell. For a while every time I turned on my projector to watch TV in my bedroom, my vaginal area would swell, and a long while ago, I switched out my mattress for a futon because my body seemed to be on a cycle, on the days I wasn't getting digi fucked, my legs would get burned off every time I went to sleep.  That life cycle seems to have returned.



Last night I wasn't sexually attacked, but my knees and legs were swelled up, almost as soon as I returned to my bedroom. However, the days before I was remotely and sexually targeted in my vaginal and rectal area.

These biotech football plays of torture have been run on me time and time again over the last nine years, and when "interference" comes, then it stops for a while.  However, I haven't  yelled out or done my usual verbal complaints in my bedroom that only I can hear. I've tripled down on my podcast, blog, and I still call 911 to report some of the attacks. My most recent 911 call was Wednesday May 22, 2024 and I spoke with Operator #9641. 

I recently got an oil change and my car seem to be running smoothly. When I was waiting in the lounge, I accidently performed another static energy project as I was putting my paperwork away in my folder. Some of the shavings from the loose paper became static or magnetized and stood up right and floated in the folder and seemed to react to the movement of my hand entering the folder. It was weird. I moved my hand around in the folder and the papers shavings seemed to have a definite reaction. I was tickled, and kept doing it, observing the phenomenon. It's happened many times before with liquids, metal, various objects, straws, and now paper. I spark carts and other objects, you can sometimes see the spark, when it happens. I sizzle liquids, you can here the sizzle when it happens, its actually a spark, sizzle, oh and my hand can create light across certain types of objects, that you can see the blue energy generated light when the lights are turned off, and I can move a straw without any rubbing at all, and now paper seems to react to me as well. One time, in my bedroom, I adjusted myself in an old chair that was in my room near my desk and as I moved my arm the styrofoam cup on the table started to lean when I moved my arm.. I kept doing it, laughing, and went to grab my phone to record. When I started to record, the movements weren't as dramatic, but I was able to catch it on camera a couple of times.  These incidental science projects takes some of the pain away temporarily. It's very interesting, a fascinating distraction, realizing the human body can generate this type of energy, that has the ability to effect elements within the environment. I want to do more, learn more, be around the right people who can teach me more. And leave the people who want to use the biotech like the paragraphs above behind.  When my car was returned to me my dashboard said tire LEArn some of the letters were capital and others were lower case.  However, the car is running fine.




I like to always report the low bar with the high bar and I am still contemplating posting "Big Tuesday's" recording, which I have not. The only reason I haven't, is my "conscious", and, like my daughter reminds me, mom, not everything is about you. Plus, the people who needed to know, have dealt with it.  I just want to combat the people who keep trying to use the biotech in an attempt to make me feel like I'm the ugly duckling by sexually attacking me.  The swan and the dragon are a match. And I am not the ugly duckling in this story on "Big Tuesday", trust.

I see what "some" of you are doing, however, I just don't see it your way. 


I see that "some" of you have a real problem

And some of you utilize the biotech that is inside my body

To create a bigger problem

So you can use the problem

For your own initiative or self serving gain

What is its purpose?

Who is it helping?

Who  is it saving?

Why is it being utilized, in the first place?

How does it make me feel?

Is my life better or worse?

Why did you do this to me?

What purpose is it serving and who is this technology serving

Are the reason self serving or in service of someone else?

Is it making life better?

Is it saving a life?

Or is it taking a life ?

Or making people's lives better or worse?

Do I feel good or bad when you use this biotech on my body?

And why are you using it on my body, in this place, that place, or anywhere at all?

What are you trying to communicate?

Why are you attempting to affect my nerves here or there?

By answering these simple questions can start to determine if you really are an Ugly duckling or a Swan....?


Wednesday, May 22, 2024

May 21st, 2024 in to the morning

 I posted this morning on my Apple Podcast subscriber only detailing what happened to me yesterday and today. Recently, when I am attacked a "certain" way, I get a text from The Hershey Hotel sometimes before during, leading up to the attack, and or, after the attack. The thing is, I am in New Kensington,PA no where near Hershey, PA.





The day before yesterday of the vile violent attack, I had locked my bedroom door before I left my home. I went to the store, and when I came back my lock was off and my door was wide open. That same day a word appeared in my word game, and I was inflicted with pain the entire evening. 

I did a podcast, that I never posted yesterday. I said I most likely won't post it, for a whole lot of reasons.  Mainly I did not post the podcast because the topic and issues I was talking about didn't just involve me and were of a more serious nature (life and death issues).  

However, I think whoever attacked me last night, was hoping I would post the podcast from yesterday morning out of anger, retaliation, and defense against the attack. Knowing, my need to minimize the deliberate low bar attacks, and give credit to the high bar utilization of this biotech.  Which in contrast, is a deliberate effort on my part to create change in the harmful way someone uses  the biotech and instead esteem the great things this biotech can do as well. The attack was a deliberate use of  reverse psychology, whoever attacks me knows I'm always trying to turn lemons into lemonade. Their attacks is always, to make me taste and feel what's bitter. They knew my defense would be to retaliate and show my courage, strength, and power. But at what cost and whose expense, just to brag, or save face against the vile attack that was inflicted on me last night and this morning. Whoever attacked me was undoubtedly sure I would post, having the need to be the first, the smart one, the privy, the leader, the hero. 

However, I didn't post, because the attack inflicted on me yesterday and today was letting me know, that there are people always looking to make a mockery of any good efforts ,unselfish deeds I may have felt or been compelled to do, because I actually do care, and often, either I experienced or imagined myself in the same situation; I am aware that person is faced with, and think what would I wish they had done. It causes me to move forward, despite the backlash. Last night was the backlash and an unrewarding act of hatred. An attempt to make me feel powerless, an attempt to apply nerval pressure that unnerves me, hoping to get me to demonstrate a lack of control, that can be looked upon like a freak show in a "dilapidated cage" of humiliation. 

Instead of posting the podcast I did yesterday morning, I posted the podcast that didn't necessarily show my power, but instead, exposed and showed the change that needs to occur moving forward in the biotechnology industry using a detailed description and analogy about The Psychology of Feeling and what happened to me last night and this morning on HumanCapitalPodcast.com.

Sunday, May 5, 2024

On the Balcony

On the balcony 
 She doesn't see me 
 She doesn't know what I just read 
 She doesn't see what I see 
 Shes looking out, and then turns to look back at me 
 Assuming I'm on the balcony for the world to see 
 Not realizing what I see
 Seeing how the bridge connects 
 As she continues to walk beyond me 
 Wanting her steps to be safe and secure 
 I force myself to have faith

 But then I listen and remember the stories she tells me
 And that's what worries me
 I don't want her to see what I see I don't want her to go crazy
 I don't want her to see how the bridge connects
 Knowing she may never cross it. 
 I just want her to watch her step.

 She doesn't understand me 
 Because she cant see what I see
 or Feel what I feel 
or know what I know 

Shes a hundred percenter with a wide open heart
 I told her yesterday That often the stories she tells me I take at face value but I often don't see it at face value Or the vice versa 
I told her I am aware that she sees it and takes it at face value which may be safer for her psyche
I just want her to be safe 
And not misused and displaced 
Unaware of what some might incorrectly assume is her place
Shes a 100 percenter starting her race

I wish we communicated better
I wish she understood me better 
I try not to provide details of things I read, things I felt, and left unsaid 
I instead use similes and metaphors 

To avoid opening certain doors 
Things I think best for her not to see
To ensure her brain never starts to make connections that could make her go crazy 

So what do I say 
She angers at the analogies
Not really understanding me
Thinking that I am crazy 
I love her so much, 
I wish she could see, and understand me 
As I stand out on that balcony 
Not for the world to see, but feeling what the world is telling me 
How I wish she understood me.

Saturday, May 4, 2024

7:57AM Saturday May 4th 2024

Just now at 7:57am on a Saturday morning my buttock was remotely digitally buzzed as I continued to fall back to sleep ignoring the agitation, and irritation, and control someone was trying to have over my body. I twisted and turned the whole night. If I laid on my side then someone tried to remotely and digitally fuck me in my rectum with illegal biotech the Dr. Fredrick v. Price MD. (surgeon) snuck in my body during a hysterectomy nine years ago on May 12, 2015 at West Penn Hospital in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania under the unmbrella of allegheny Healh Network. When the digital rape would start, I would immediately turn on my back to avoid feeling anything. Often it worked. However, my right arm would begin shaking and then my hand. I would raise my hand to look at it to see if I could see it shaking, and I could not. The same thing happened in the middle of the day, the other day. I did a podcast explaining what happened. Even though it wasn't my vagina, it still felt like someone was using what I defined as the internal not external LoveSense technology, that Dr.Fredrick V. Price MD.(surgeon) snuck inside my body to allow a stranger to digital fuck me without my consent. Usually what was happening to my armpit, right arm, and hand happens to my vaginal area, the rapid undetected vibrations,like someone is using something connected to my body to jerk off. The other day, I was glad it was my right arm, arm pit, and right hand, and not my vagina. It truly felt like someone was fucking themseleves and not me. It felt like the coders or the people who designed this technology reconfigured the attempted attacks to go somewhere else in my body. I was relieved. However,yesterday in the evening, I noticed that when I disconnected my projector and chromcast, my vagina dimmed in swelling and vibrations. I kept trying to ignore it. I turned off my android, unplugged my projector, and chromecast, and started watching tv on my phone in my Smartstandup (a USPTO patented product, which can be found on SmartStandup.com,) at my table in my room, praying that I would not get digitally raped by Dr. Fredrick V. Price's MD (surgeon) illegal surgical biotech. In between 6pm and 6:30pm, when I was watching WPXI,I was violently, punched and stabbed over top of my head, as I was looking at my adsense account on google. I noticed that my pub-account number was being used for aseasonedsinglemom.blogspot.com, but was designated by adsense to be used for nikolareviews blog, which was listed as ready in adsense. However aseasonedsinglemom blog in adsense was not listed the same and blogger was saying issues needed to be fixed. Which didn't make any sense because my Seasoned single mom blog spot always had adsense on it. Over a decade in a half google said, I only acquired $6.38 cents in ad revenue. I've have been blogging since 2010 and I've had adsense on that blog for about the same time. What was even weirder is adsense told me my nikolareviews blog was ready to post adsense but the pub ids under the earnings tab did not match, the pub id provided in adsense when you click to get the ad.txt pub number, it matched the pub id that was listed under a seasonsedsinglemom. So maybe you can use the same pub id for two different blogs, and if so, then why did it say on adsense that there was an issue with my season single mom blog that already had adsense active for years, but then said adsense was ready for nikolareviews, but then listed that same active pub id on adsense and in the single moms blog under earnings. Adsense and blogger earning pub ids should match for each website. Also adsense told me I could not have more than one adsense account even if was using an entirely different gmail email, so I've only been using the same account I've had for 14 years with no other active accounts. You should see the counters on my blogs, I could have been generating a lot of ad revenue and I know how. Somethings not right in Denmark.
I said a few choice words in front of my computer after I was violently jabbed in my head by biotech. The most important things I said, is "you can't have my body", no more guinea pig projects using my body. I felt by deliberatley targeting my body this way using biotech, someone was trying to fabricate symptoms allowing for more unnecessary medical procedures and research using my body using biotech, (cause and effect) providing an opportunity to misdiagnosis me. The fabricated side effects being created by an end-user deliberately pushing on nerves using Dr. Fredick v. Prices. MD. illegal biotechnology to cause all these painful sensations throughout my body is the wrong out plan. How is this possible, Dr. Fredick V. Prices illegal biotech basically turned my nerval system into a CPU, where it's mapped on an app somewhere, for some "random" to fuck with my nerves trying to drone somebody remotely. Except, I don't comply with adverse communications meaning to cause me harm. The true power is in "my response". There's no effective or efficient connection that has real value that demonstrates productive excution if I don't answer, comply, or respond as expected or intented. I will only respond in kind, when it's in kind. Meaning I must understand the message and if I think it makes sense or its dire, then perhaps i will respond, however, if I don't agree, then its a no go. I love myself and I love my children, thats all that needs to be said. Survival of the fucking fittest.

Monday, April 29, 2024

Starting A New Blog To Add To My Website and Podcast Titled The Psychology of Feeling in The Era of Ai


I am announcing that I am starting a new blog and adding it to my website NikolaWarren.com and my podcast HumanCaptialPodcast.com on Apple Podcast where subscribers who subscribe can listen to exclusive content, such as, me reading the first 100 pages of my manuscript aloud Titled, What's The Matter? The Psychology of Feeling in the Era of Ai. I am also adding my blog to NikolaSparks.com on Podbean.  

Because I already did a copyright and I published my manuscript What's The Matter? The Psychology of Feeling in the Era of Ai, which is available to read for free exclusively on Amazon.com to Kindle Subscribers. Even if you are not a kindle subscriber, you can still order and download my manuscript for a fee. I get paid per page read of my manuscript. I thought it would be appropriate for me to start a blog, because the feeling, details, metadata, and thoughts behind what someone does to my body on a constant, consistent basis has not stopped, after biotech was surgically implanted in my body during a hysterectomy nine years ago without my consent, despite the fact that my book has been finalized.

Not everything that happens to me or I should say not every thought I have about what happens to me everyday with biotech in my body warrants an actual lengthy podcast. However the random and sometimes, short thoughts I have about what happens to my body with biotech in it, I often want to remember and log what I thought and what I said, instead of posting a podcast that often requires length for listeners.

I also want to publicly document what someone is doing to my body using biotech on a consistent and constant basis undetected, in my own quick tweet platform, what happened to me, where I was, when it happened, who was around me, and what my particular thoughts were, which can could conclude the possible reasons why. The point is to help bring accountability and full transparency to what I have to deal with everyday with this biotech in my body, put there without my consent. 

I want to detail who, when, where, what someone is doing to me my body with this biotech from the moment I get out of bed, often with an unwanted buzzing vibration to my buttock. My first thought after that happens is, I am not chattel, and America is not and will never become a high-tech plantation, regardless how hard some people with "deranged or ignorant mentalities" try to make that happen using biotech.  If I didn't set the alarm clock, on my watch, my Google mini, my phone, and now, yes, "now, my body", then there is no need for me to comply. I often ignore the buzz to my buttock, sometimes I lie there waiting for it to stop, then I will fall back to sleep if I am not yet ready to get up. It's not always easy to lie there and deliberately force myself to go back to sleep. I often force myself to go back to sleep because I am stubborn. It's like ignoring a phone call I'm not ready to answer. My thoughts are whoever is doing this to me is "power trippin", "they" or "whoever is using biotech to buzz me out of bed" has a strong desire to "control" to feel like they have "power" to affect and make me do what they want.  Which leads me to a thought I have voiced often in my podcast and in my manuscript. That "they" whoever is utilizing the biotech on my body, really doesn't have any "power" without my "response".  Even if I do choose to respond, the real "power" only occurs in the "compliance" of my response. Meaning I can either ignore, respond, and still not comply. There's not a whole lot of power in that. True power is given, not really taken. There's a whole "lot of energy" coming from both sides when you switch those concepts around, it can become exhausting on both sides.

My silent thoughts often comes out different than my verbal thoughts, or maybe it's the same but structured differently. I like both. It's just sometimes I rather write, than talk.

At 12:23pm today, my dog farted as he was sitting at my feet, close to my desk, in my bedroom. I immediately went to light some incense, and was pin stabbed and burned at the top of my head as I lit the incense, as I have done, since I was in college, I am now, 46 years old. Its 89 degrees outside, I had no fan running in my room, and my dog just blew my nose away, in seconds. No big deal, just light the incense, and things will smell good again, even faster. I just didn't expect to get burned and stabbed at the top of my head in my bedroom, as I did it.

Yesterday, I washed my hair, as I stepped into the tub with my shampoo and conditioner I was punched and squeezed four times at the top of my head, before putting my head under the freezing cold water in my home. The hot water heater and the copper pipes that bring the hot water through the home are all damaged and need to be replaced. However, because I am given a little bit of money each month to live off of with biotech that was snuck in my body nine years ago during a hysterectomy that everyone seems to be able to lie and deny happened, I can't afford to get the issue fixed. I have received estimate after estimate that is left open to the unknown (as to a true total in price), never ever able to afford the repairs. Recently my furnace broke and the last estimate I received, I was told to fix just the furnace would cost $1,000 parts and labor, if I wanted the hot water heater fixed, the furnace fixed, and the hot water pipes replaced to go to the upstairs bathroom, it would cost $6000. Basically the company said it would fix everything for 6 Grand. Mind you that doesn't include the taxes I owe. I think about what's in my body and more importantly how its used on me, and I do the math on my living conditions, and it is looking the very way, I said our country would never become again or go back to, despite my resistance. 

Like I said yesterday, there was great care and consideration taken, making sure that this biotech in my body works like a fine tuned machine, allowing me to be radioactive nine years later, but nothing else in my life was given the time, money, consideration, or care, not my home, not my bank account, just my body. My body is the only utility working probably, and what my body can do, and what it delivers to others, has been at no cost to the people utilizing it. But I have to pay for every thing, and if I don't, or should say, if I can't well then a blind eye is turned to my deficits, but a blind eye is never turned from my body or the biotech, and what the biotech does to my body.

I called the police this weekend, reporting that I was buzzed out of bed in the morning, and in the middle of the night someone was attempting to digitally remotely vibrate/rape me in my private areas with biotech that I ignored. I called 911 at 8:20am on April 28th 2024, and I received a call back from Officer McCall at 8:38am.

A few days before I called Nicole Zacarellis office April 25th, 2024, and I spoke to the office secretary Emily and explained in detail what had happened to me earlier in the same day.  I explained that even after I called 911 earlier that day on April 25th, 2024, and later received a call back from an officer, that I was attacked even more after hanging up with the Officer. She listened to everything I told her and she told me that she was going to contact investigators and that someone would return my call.

Last Thursday April 25th, 2024 at 5:01am an Officer returned my call he said his badge number was badge number 43, he called me from a cell phone, an 814 number, he said it was police cell phone number.

Often when I call 911 I am transferred from Allegheny County to Westmoreland County and then when I receive a call back from police, sometimes they tell me, I should be reporting what happens to me to Allegheny county, because my surgery was performed in Allegheny county and the implant was implanted in Allegheny County.  My response often is the surgery was in Allegheny County however I am being attacked now, in Westmoreland County.

A scenario for that is,

 A woman is picked up for a date in Allegheny County, but is raped in Westmoreland County, regardless if she calls at the time of the assault or when she returns home, is either police departments absolved of responsibility when it comes to taking a police report, or requesting a rape kit to be administered to start the investigation.

Oh but wait this is biotech its technical, its remote, okay.  

You opened a bank account in Allegheny County as a Allegheny County resident, and you are on a trip to Florida, and you go to the bank and you discover all of your money has been stolen out of your account. Do you file the police report where you opened the bank account or do you file it in the state where you realize the money was stolen or the incident occurred?


The fact that its biotech, and that most technology can be accessed remotely leads to a broader question as to who has jurisdiction when a crime can be committed remotely which is the "cause", but the "effect", which is the location where the victim is affected is where the results of the crime is often carried out, having the most impact and repercussions. Can cops then ignore an attempt to file a complaint, investigate, or not report on a crime due to the "so called" origin of where the crime initially started, despite where the victim was impacted, if it is committed remotely?

To be continued.....

I kind of went off on a tangent, that's not even what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say was much shorter, it wasn't an open question issue or comment. I wanted to say, and I've most likely said it before, in a slightly different way in my manuscript and in my podcast, and my poems, that I recently published. 

Is that .....

I am realizing that my battle with depression is closely linked to my awareness of the intent when I am hurt by the biotech

And the way I am hurt by the biotech is a constant reminder, of someones disdain for me.

Although I am able to physically cope with the pain, I often walk and talk right through it, never faltering in my own goals or objectives despite someone constantly hurting me, it is affecting me in other ways, knowing and realizing that someone is continually using the biotech to frivolously interfere in my daily life from the moment I wake up and as I travel through my day. It's harassment, and meant to mock me at my every turn. I become self conscious about things I would not often be self conscious about. Over thinking things that I didn't need to be perfect at, because, on a normal day, no one would care or notice, anyway. 

It takes away from enjoying life or your day, always worrying about not making mistakes. When humans make mistakes, and typically don't ponder over it, to a stifling point, eating away at minutes and hours of your day, thinking about or wondering why someone hurt you this way or that way with biotech, by getting dinged in your temple or burned at the top of your head because your end-user observed or over heard your conversation or witnessed what you were doing, like they are some kind of God, judge, or jury. Functionally, I ignore the egregious assaults, and continue to do or say what I want, despite the attack. Despite my motor ability to continue as I was, I often belabor, replay, and think about the attack and wonder was there anyway I could have avoided such attack, knowing that it isn't my own insecurity but the possible jealously, bias, or even hatred of my end-user. I can usually tell the motive or intent by the way I am targeted and where I am targeted on my body, the intensity of how I am targeted on my body, what I am doing at the time, where I am, whose around me, and what I just said and who I said it to.

I do realize, that my psyche will be much better, when I am truly okay with people not liking me and not knowing my truth, or even knowing untruths. However, I think I'm okay with that, and that isn't the problem, its my exposure to that truth, that's the problem, the biotech in my body and the way it's used on me, makes me constantly aware. I can't turn it off, I cant turn the channel, choose to listen to something else, or choose to feel something else. My end-user read my manuscript, they are "out chessing" me. They know I use my mind to escape what I feel and now often the things I listen to and watch are full of mental, emotional, and physical "clap backs", which I ignore too, if it's negative or not to my liking. But the buzzing out of bed, getting dinged on my head as I enter the shower, and getting burned at the top of my head as I light incense, well, what am I to do with that.

I was burned on the side of my head talking to the ladies at Walmart the other day, in customer service. I told the police about it on my 911 call. You would never know. I ignore it, I've been dealing with those type of attacks for 9 years, however, they've become less, but lately, these attacks have become very frequent.


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Nikola Naylor-Warren

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A Prince Passed Me A Ton of Pears

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