I have been undergoing a very interesting experience since my GF arrived from Germany.

Prior to her arrival, I and my beloved dog were isolated and alone, living in the Rocky Mountain foothills in western Montana.  Her arrival has broken that chain of isolation, even for the short and rapidly diminishing time she will spend with us.  She is delightful and, if she is in fact a Trojan Horse ploy, it is a good one, and it has been an enjoyable experience.  So we will see.

I was warned prior to her arrival by an extremely knowledgeable friend that the jackals would mount fierce and relentless attacks against me in an attempt, so far fruitless, to interrupt any enjoyment I may receive from her visit.  Epic fail!

The battle, which will have begun 35 years ago next month, of course continues.  I will not waver in my determination to prevent the jackals from overwhelming me by whatever nefarious methods they have in their repertoire and I will continue my decades-long determination to take this war unyielding to my grave.  Hopefully, I will cross over and attain peace, which, as many of you know, is a very rare commodity in the life of a TI.

I cannot, however, say the same for the jackals when they cross, as they inevitably will. Through a lifetime of personal knowledge, I know that terrorists, torturers, suicides, psychopaths and pedophiles do not fare well on the other side.

Hell is not hot.  It is icy cold and utterly black. Total isolation awaits them and they will never see the light, nor another single soul, for all eternity.

In other words, so far, so good.

Never quit.  Never, ever quit.

May God bestow His blessings and incomprehensible love upon all my fellow tormented souls.

Go in peace.

Ever since my GF arrived, the jackals have been all over me like a cheap suit. Constantly hacked, browser disabled multiple times each day, Net access repeatedly blocked, phone disabled, and so on and so forth.  Fuck 'em!  I'll press on while they fuck their ten year-olds!  LMAO!!

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

Among we TI's, the scaly dragon depression always lurks, always prepared to strike the unwary.  We often feel terribly alone and isolated, which is precisely what the jackals seek.  To isolate us and destroy us psychologically and physically, as well.

They seek to torment us to the degree where we will either take our own lives or the life or lives of others.

They use paid mercenaries to stalk us, hoping that we will break, react, and kill one out of our repressed fury so that we may then be locked away forever and tortured even further.

Don't fall for it!  The mercenaries are simple cannon fodder, being set up as targets, and have no idea of the actual role they have been assigned to play, which is, of course, to die.

So press on.  It is often extremely difficult to maintain our sanity, but we must if we are to defeat and frustrate these Satanists, pedophiles, torturers and murderers.

Refuse to play your assigned roles as victims.  Fight back with every tiny bit of strength you can summon from the depths of your very souls, and always remember that God, or whomever you name Him, is watching.  One day, perhaps tonight or tomorrow or 40 years or more from now, we will find peace.  Love is eternal. Evil is not.

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

“Never give in–never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.”
– Winston Churchill

With all the hate and revenge-seeking by soulless, vengeful people, I am still blessed at my age to have again found love. Love is the force, the God-force for want of a better name, that will shepard us all through life.

My utterly delightful lady is here from Germany and we are truly enjoying each other.  My big, tormented dog Gemma has never experienced so much love in her entire life.  She is absolutely delighted that my lady is here.

With all the Sadistic evil directed at me, I am still thoroughly enjoying myself.  It has been at least 30 years since I have had a woman close to me.  Last couple of times were disasters.  This time things are progressing well.

So we will see.

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

I finally connected with Stalked in Oklahoma, a true soul warrior.  I had feared that the jackals had finally killed her again, this time permanently.

A few years ago, she "died" and crossed over, but was sent back. Her story of her experiences coincide precisely with others who have made the trip and returned.

One thing she assures me of is that the jackals will receive a very unpleasant surprise when they transition. I have heard that from another voyager.

I have previously mentioned that in September, 1966 at the tender age of 22, I had a near-death experience, but did not fully transition.  It was the most peaceful, relaxing experience of my long life. That night in a Bahamas clinic, I lost all fear of death.

So my tormented friends out there, do not fear. We all "die." I am almost looking forward to passing over because, hopefully, I will finally find peace.  This war has lasted for 35 years next month. That's a long war in anyone's book.

I am absolutely thrilled to learn that my fellow soul warrior is still here with me.

Prayer works.

(A note to the jackals...hell will be unlike anything you have ever imagined.  Hell is not hot.  It is icily cold, totally black, and utterly lonely.  Have fun.)

UPDATE!


For those of you unfamiliar with Cathy O'Brien, you shouldn't be! This is her original video.  It is long, but worth every minute. There are answers here!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvEBmEo4IA0

Also check out her other videos.  I have no idea why she is still alive if she is actually who she says she is, but she appears to be very authentic and I am personally acquainted with some of her information, such as GHWB being one of the biggest cocaine smugglers in America during the 80's. That's why he created the Vice President's South Florida Drug Task force...in order to suppress some effective competition, and I am a TI because of the intervention of an arrogant little affirmative action nigger supervisor working for the old pedophile who failed to catch us bringing in a load.  We were onto his shit from day one and frustrated him at every turn.



After the nigger had arrested us at Miami International Airport, (it was all very dramatic; guys on the Cessna 404's wings with pistols in our faces and all kinds of nonsensical bullshit in his little holding room), they ran a dog through the aircraft and the dog came up with zero, of course, because there had never been any drugs in the aircraft. The arrogant little low IQ sub-Saharan couldn't believe he had fucked up.  When the dog said "No," The little cunt said, and I quote, "We're gonna run the dog through remedial dog school."

He was standing there with his tiny little dick in his hand looking completely stupid, which, of course, he was.

When my lawyer arrived and took us out of there, I laughed at the ignorant little baboon.  He was furious and, almost from that day forward in August, 1982, I became a TI. How do I know that I became a TI then, you ask?  As I mentioned long ago, I had an old ex-CIA pal who would access my file after every run we did and let me know if there were any changes.  After this incident, he tried again and told me that my file was blocked.  That's when I knew some shit was going down. Three and a half decades later, I still am, and, because my German girlfriend recently arrived here in western Montana, the jackals have really cranked it up, trying to destroy any semblance of happiness we might enjoy. Epic fail. It is never too late in life for love to find one.

We have very few blacks here in Montana, and, thankfully, no BLM shit, but there are plenty of stupid white thugs to work for peanuts as stalkers and cannon fodder. Of course, they don't realize they are being set up to die by their handlers if I kill one in order to have me declared batshit crazy and institutionalized for life.

We went shopping last evening at Walmart, as my GF is an excellent cook.  I initially flushed two stalkers and chased them out of the store, but later, as she was looking for some chocolate, this young punk really got in my face.

I could give a fuck if I get locked up.  I'm almost 75, may very well have suffered a mild heart attack over the Independence Day weekend, so I'm not long for this world.  This turd got right in my face and activated his iPhone just as he approached me, believing the old man missed his move, (youth and arrogance are handmaidens), so that the conversation would be heard by his puppeteers, and stood within three feet of me for about five minutes as she, who has little English, perused the chocolate labels. I mean, the punk was really begging for a blade in his guts, really pushing the envelope, which would have taken me about .1 of a second to apply, but I restrained myself because of her.  Had I been alone, I would have opened him up like an empty sardine tin.

The young ones are incredibly stupid because they believe their youth makes them unkillable. Wrong! A shitload of dead kids believed that. Trainloads. Ooops!  History!  If I am ever alone and I encounter him again, I will do my dead-level best to kill him.

I know the jackals read this, so a word to the wise. I have long been onto your game and you are not a really bright bunch yourselves.  You constantly prove that.  LMAO!!

This may be of interest to many of you...

http://targetedindividualsua.weebly.com/ti.html

Hey, Stalked in Oklahoma, they stole your phone number from my notebook and have likely blocked my most recent email to you.  My GF is here from Germany and the shitsacks are really cranking it up, attempting to negate our happiness.  They will fail. If you read this, contact me however you can, please.