I had finally swapped out my old computer for a new one. I was so happy to order a new Ace desktop from Tiger Direct. It not only proved indispensable for my online business MusicXSpot, but for my home recording studio.
Thinking back to 2005 when I first got that computer. It became a storage for Mary Carr’s and James Beer’s genealogy. It became a storage for unfinished home studio tracks. Apparently l, it became a storage for other things I didn’t know about, call it a gift from hackers.
I lost my online business due to hackers. After I moved from 5474 Library Rd outside of Pittsburgh to Peppertree A1A in St. Augustine, my trusty Ace desktop became infested. I used to stream movies in St. Augustine for Maya and myself to enjoy together. We spent every breathing minute together outside of school. I had moved us because my business was so successful in Pittsburgh. After years of hard work, working multiple jobs and taking care of people, it was time for my daughter and myself to enjoy life a little. I made the decision to leave Pittsburgh and head south. This was in 2007.
I toted that old Ace desktop around everywhere. Because of the instability in my marriage to Cory, I finally decided that I was done toting around a part of my life that doesn’t exist anymore. Carrying 20 years of memories, most that weren’t even mine, seems tedious anymore for a computer that was so outdated, it didn’t seem to matter.
I was on the run from an abusive husband. This was right before COVID lockdown. Cory had been abusive off and on since 2015 in New Jersey when he beat me up in front of his visiting family and then drug me down the road with his truck just a couple of days later. I filed a report in Jackson New Jersey where they took photos of my blackened eyes. March 19, 2020. I had already been in McKeesport with Karen Dowling when the lockdowns happened, I was forced to stay in place. I started receiving COVID unemployment like everyone else. It is only temporary. When quarantine is over, so are COVID programs like the one I was in. My ex still tried to get COVID stimulus using my name post divorce, but he can’t without it being construed as fraud. I got my own COVID money during lockdown. I was in Pittsburgh while he was living with whichever one of his rotating door women.
I thought about taking that old Acer. I mulled over it. I firmly decided that something was wrong with it like it was carrying some kind of disease. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but I knew instinctively. It was time to stop toting the old Acer and leave that part of my life behind forever. I left it in McKeesport and went on with my life.
August 2020 was right before leaving McKeesport. I had already changed my residency to McKeesport. I changed my physical address and my driver’s license. I then packed the repo Dodge Challenger up, divorce in progress in Michigan, and headed to Melbourne, Florida. I received several mailings there; one was an old Dell computer from Trip Elix in Connecticut, the other was a mail-in ballot from Pennsylvania to vote in the presidential election-November 2020. I didn’t want to shake the McKeesport residency because I have been a targeted individual. It didn’t come on full force, but I caught enough bleed through in McKeesport to know there was a problem and not a good one.
While Cory and I were still married, I legally had the right to take the car. When the divorce was finalized, it was time to take the car back to Michigan so that I did not get arrested for stealing the repo car. I had it in my possession for almost a year during COVID lockdowns. No one was coming to repo that car during lockdown.
I left beautiful Melbourne, Florida and headed back to Michigan to cohabit with my ex husband. The old trusty Acer computer was still in McKeesport along with my residency. I didn’t plan on staying long. I got a job selling credit cards to make money to leave again. I had been doing fairly well at it. Cory decided he didn’t want me to work. He began first by stealing the car keys. Calling my boss with excuse after excuse got old really fast. I lost my job.
Not only did Cory take the keys to the car, he parked it at the neighbor’s house and even took the keys to the golf cart. Feeling trapped, I called Melbourne, Fl.,”Please come get me.”. The answer was a solid no. Now I began to feel trapped. Cory seemed to be in a relationship with the neighbor’s sister. He was never at the house. His ex-girlfriend messaged me and asked me to tell Cory to stop messaging her. We slept in two different parts of the house. I slept upstairs, he slept downstairs. One time, I went downstairs to get something to drink. He was making out with another neighbor named Ryan. I didn’t care at that point. I was not having sex with him at all. I was simply looking for the flashing red exit sign. I spent no time with him at all. When Carol and the neighbor weren’t cooperating with him, he suddenly announced that he was going to drive to Alabama to get his cousin lover and bring her to Michigan.
Polyamory was never my thing. Cory was polyamorous along with one of my ex boyfriends. His name was Patrick Sileo. We dated several times in my thirties but colliding lifestyles made any relationship impossible. I was never polyamorous nor will I ever be. Finding a trusting monogamous relationship in today’s world seems impossible. I have resigned in single and celibate. It seems to be the only way I can stay headache free.
I had had enough and left to go live with my Luna Pier neighbors that had a house in Toledo. I toted that old Acer with me. They lived at their Toledo home while renovating their cute little lake house bungalow. I spent Christmas with their family. I felt so out of place. I was so used to putting on a big Christmas for family. Now I found myself in essentially a stranger’s home as they celebrated with their family. They were very nice people, James and Carol. I don’t even keep in touch with them today, but I will always be grateful for their help in getting me away from an abusive madman.
The V2K started when I had left Melbourne, Fl to take the car back to Monroe, Mi. I arrived in Monroe and could hear them saying, “She doesn’t know about the sexual stuff yet.” These gangstalkers were scary, targeting my body and my upper teeth. Ultimately, I lost my upper teeth and had to trade them out for a denture. I don’t talk about it because how horrific is it that gangstalkers with access to technology want your teeth out for oral sex with a black man. I couldn’t believe the things they were saying. I would go back and forth to Pittsburgh. I knew instinctively that Cory Jordan, Patrick Sileo and Stephanie Smith were behind it. I came to find out those higher in the playing field who hired them to destroy me; The Pittsburgh Rothschild’s, Rob Reiner and Hollywood, and Obama’s two girls. Soon, it seemed every elite that had been artificially brought up on another family’s assets were in it to make me dead. They started an illegal elite game and then just declared me dead after a year. I was in Luna Pier when I had officially won my Elite Game.
I wasn’t in Toledo for long, only about three months. Kim Sunshine finally came and got me on January 27, 2022. I have been living in Palm Coast since. The targeting is still active after all of this time. Fraud is fraud. They are all caught trying to steal my assets for other families.
The Acer desktop got moved to a nursing home where Maryanne Smith is residing. She is retarded and a ward of the state. I let that Acer go long ago. It is more than likely sent for recycling.
If you need it for something that you hacked and placed on the old Acer, contact Curtis Ramsey. He handles all electronics recycling in McKeesport. His contact number is (412) 377-0991
We became friends with Curt over John Smith’s millions of computer parts and twenty year old CRT monitors. I imagine that old out of date Acer desktop made it’s way to Plum Boro electronics recycling.
I was looking for any explosions and came across one that happened yesterday in Plum Boro. A house exploded killing five people.
https://www.wtae.com/amp/article/plum-fire-house-explosion/44799635
Assuming that the Acer desktop was taken to the the Plum Boro recycling facility, it is always possible that the explosion was affiliated. These newbies with a laser too powerful for them to handle have been loose shots since day one. It is always possible that they were off target.
One of the most interesting aspects of the old Acer computer is the trap that was setup within it. It has its own mini soul catcher program installed within. Anyone who touches me, my assets, or is an enemy trying to harm me is immediately sucked into that old computer. George used my astral like an extension so that they could escape the prison. He connected it to the Serval mesh network. Escape is only an illusion for them. Their souls are attached however and they will never escape. My assets are not attached to the computer, only an astral to capture their souls. My astral will be released once their souls are taken out of existence. The computer, sitting in a Plum Boro recycling center, will eliminate every soul trapped within. I am not going to retrieve that old Acer. It’s time for my own freedom from the Rothschild burden and this is the perfect end to a life or targeting, experimentation, and hard work. I am ready for this chapter to end with the obliteration and the recycling of that old Acer desktop computer.
Christo Christov fought hard against pedophilia, child sex trafficking and kidnapping. I suspect that anyone who stepped foot onto Epstein’s Island sold their soul to the old Acer computer. I believe all of their souls are trapped inside. It is only a matter of a week that they go to recycling. Christo set thé réal and they all fell into the mini soul catcher program working from within that old Acer. Here is a list of trapped souls.
I don’t believe for a minute Epstein died in prison. I believe he took a flight to Israel as a dual citizen but then got ejected. He then fled to someplace in S. America. I’m guessing Brazil or Argentina. There is no place to hide once your soul is trapped in my old Acer computer.
George Soros, my biological father, thought it was unfair that his entire cabal was caught in my soul catcher program on my Acer computer. He is stealing what he can from me that are soul parts trying to free his disease. He took my astral and created a mesh network to allow them to escape, but they never really escape. Now he is trying to take my Earth Ethereal, the lowest part of my soul and infuse it with their digital electric based souls to save their souls from ultimate destruction.
It doesn’t work. All he did was allow them to attack my physical in my own space. He extended this out by getting the U.S. military involved. He really did a number on me but after five years of attacks, I have a handle on them. He will never understand how or why we create prisons for our enemy’s souls.
It is our way of staying safe and living in peace among the nasties. I call them nasties because the ones after me do not reincarnate. They eventually lose all semblance of humanity. They become armless, legless and faceless ghosts. They also become energy vampires. Without a living being’s energy, they zap out of existence. Their consciousness is fused with their digital electric soul.
The first time I saw them I was seventeen years old. They paralyzed me while I was sleeping on the couch in Wall, Pa. I was a senior in high school at East Allegheny High School. They were trying to suck the energy out of my body and soul. I zapped the whole group out of existence.
That is when the ones who choose not to go into the reincarnation process became my enemy. They left me alone for a long time after that incident. Getting confined into a computer when I was about thirty years old gave me years of peace.
My astral had already been confiscated when I was twenty-six because I took that group of enemies out of existence. Those enemies are the sworn enemy to everyone who is my soul type, not just myself. Once they became protected by Project Paperclip and eventually the CIA, the American government became involved in the genocide of my soul race.
Within the past five years, they have stolen more parts of my soul. My soul cannot be eradicated nor can they properly fuse with it. My purity and innocence become like bleach to bacteria. This is because the longer they go without reincarnation, the more dark and evil they become. They attempt to confine me, take my physical immune system, and genocide me. Nothing works for them. The disease is killing itself. Non-recycled or non-reincarnated souls are the rebels that are ending all of humanity, even in the flesh. Their sense of self-preservation knows no boundaries. No matter what, they need one of our soul types to hold them. Once my soul race is dead, so are they. Their vain efforts to create an artificial environment using electromagnetic generators fused with a Tesla-like electricity is all in vain. It works to a point, but only because they have captured parts of my soul race’s soul parts. Without those parts, then their fabricated environment is not enough to hold them in any reality.
What is most interesting about the Acer computer is the components do not hold any paradigm, reality or souls. It was merely a beacon to locate me at all times. When I lost the computer, they lost my coordinates.
The Acer computer is no longer of any interest to me as the tracking beacon can stay right where it is.
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Targeted and experimented on since birth 