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....?

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.

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.

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.