In the early stages of my full on gangstalking campaign I visited a local monastery. It is a small but peaceful monastery at the end of a long residential street in San Diego. A large, white chapel adjoins the monastery along with a beautifully manicured rose garden. Several meetings followed this first meeting with a very nice nun who understood there is a spiritual war occurring. I value her spiritual guidance dearly. But at the same time I don’t think she or the other Sisters at the monastery are immune to the “campaign”. This was evident since my first visit with her and has only progressed.
Like everything else a TI touches, the gang stalking system rolls in like a slow fog, causing everything to crumble into dust. Suddenly there were home remodels taking place up and down the street, just like in my own neighborhood. On one occasion I took cell phone pictures of a car that was leading me towards the neighborhood. The perp then took the left turn onto the monastery’s street ahead of me, pulled over, waited for me to pass, and followed me all the way to the monastery. When I parked he got out and started screaming at me “Why are you following me?” “Why are you taking my picture?” I stayed in my car until he left, scared out of my wits. When I went inside to my appt. with the Sister, he came back and stole my cell phone out of my car.
Since I started visiting the Sister, there have been other strange happenings in her life and at the monastery. Sister’s mother passed. Months earlier, she had a bad fall at home while unattended. Another Sister became very ill. Sister’s cat escaped while she was out of town. He was found in the rose garden after she returned. The Sister she was visiting at the time also lost her pet and they had a very stressful time finding it. For an extended period, Sister was also called on to transfer to a monastery in the Boston area to fill in. From what she described after her return, they had a more rigid routine than the monastery her in California. It was also located in a very bad neighborhood in South Boston.
During one of my more recent visits, Sister told me there was remodeling planned in the monastery. Specifically the restrooms to accommodate the older Sisters. She seemed pleased and at that point I could tell the gangstalking system was becoming even more controlling over the monastery. Sister also does frequent gesture harassment during my visits. She also had some strange visitors since I started coming there. She described a woman coming to visit her that seemed to be in a trance. So much so she could barely function. She walked her back out to her truck and she left. Another man, appearing well dressed, visited repeatedly, requesting to borrow money to pay for a storage unit.
From the time of my first visit to the monastery, I wanted to start going to mass in their chapel on Sundays. During my first visit there, sister allowed me to visit the locked chapel. I went in and prayed and cried as the perps buzzed the chapel with a low flying chopper. Because of the PTSD, it took me over a year to start attending mass there. Just thought of driving there on a Sunday was too daunting. I have now been attending mass there 1-2 times a month for about 6-7 months.
There have been perps at mass there from the beginning. Coughing harassment, mimicking harassment, blocking, gesture harassment, synced harassment, color harassment, vehicle harassment, sexual harassment, crowding, directed conversation, rude/bizarre/ inappropriate behavior. Today a baby was so loud during the homily the priest had to stop and comment on it. One priest has already been transferred out to Japan with the US Navy. He told a joke about mental illness from the altar at the end of mass one day. One Sunday a perp from my previous church showed up to do the readings, grinning at me from the altar. After exiting the chapel a month ago, a man was waiting for me across the street with 2 large German shepherds who kept jumping up and down. He was waiting across the street and crossed over as soon as he saw me exit. I stayed where I was on the steps until he passed. At the same time a group of neighbors from the house across the street came outside and stood in their driveway staring at me. I wish I had recorded this.
Over the past 2-3 months I started noticing more and more people attending mass wearing brown scapulas. 12 inch brown felt squares over their abdomens and backs attached by 2 shoulder straps. They have been increasing in number each time I go and seemed to be getting more involved in running the masses. Today, after missing mass for a month, their role has increased significantly. They have taken over all the roles of the nuns during the mass, who stay hidden in a separate area during the whole mass.
The brown scapula-wearing people call themselves the 3rd order of the Discalced Carmelites. There is now a new sign behind the altar that states “The Sacred Order of the Discalced Carmelites.” The sign has a crest on it with 3 blue stars inside it and a sword above it. I do not know if this is an official crest of the Carmelites, but these symbols look disturbingly Satanic and Islamic to me. The sign is removed immediately after mass. Honestly, they look like/act like cult members to me. They wear name tags now. They have taken over the Sisters’ roles of the gospel readings during mass, and tidying up the chapel after mass. One male cult member blocked me twice while leaving the chapel while feigning busy work.
I miss seeing the Sisters during and after mass and I wonder if they really like all of these changes. I imagine favors like the remodels soften the blows. And the changes likely come from high up so they don’t really have a choice.
Yesterday on my way home from the beach there was a detour on the 101 driving South. Two San Diego Sheriff Dept. patrol cars had blocked off both lanes with their emergency lights on (more first responder harassment). I turned around and ended up stopping at a Circle K on the way home for a drink. The cashier’s name was Jesus. Not every detour is a bad thing. I wonder why more whites don’t name their sons Jesus. These people can change it up all they want my faith only grows bigger and stronger, just like the mustard tree.