Additional updates for clarification are in [ ] parentheses, spelling corrections excepted; this page being re-composed 12-26-2015.
There have been the odd purposeful "tells" dropped by family members [and others]; here [are some] samples.
I complained to my mother when I saw a hospital based gangstalker/patient in 2003 receiving an envelope in a building that was 300' from the hospital (I was walking toward the building from outside, and the person receiving the envelope was inside). I said to my mother, "when will I be compensated?" (Adopting [per mindfuck] the understanding that the gangstalker/patient was being compensated [after days of relentless gangstalking in the hospital by this person] with the contents of the envelope at that very moment, as she moved out within a day). My mother said, "you will be, you will be".[Not an anecdote, but kept in this excerpt for the purposes of its pithy perception].
In 06-2003 immediately following my hospital incarceration I was staying at my parents until I could find my own place. Each morning there was someone in the attic above for at least five minutes thumping about. I couldn't get my head around how someone could get up there, (hadn't been exposed to many teleportation stunts then). I was usually prone when these overhead thumpings occurred, and in a light sleep except for one morning when I was up early for "some reason". I heard the thumping in the attic, and was getting out of bed [quietly] to investigate it when I overheard my mother say in a loud anxious whisper, "he's awake". Which meant that the reference was to me, as there wasn't any other context that made any sense. So, how is it that my mother knew I was getting up from another room through two closed doors (25' away), and why did she feel compelled to say something and to whom? The thumping noise in the attic stopped within five seconds.
In 2003 I complained to one of my swimmer team mates about the harassment, not knowing he was party to past covert monitoring and scripted events at that time, and he said "hang in there, its worth it".
I was talking to my mother about various possessions and belongings, especially those related to camping. I said something like "my camping days are over" (aged 53 at the time, on a disability income and no means to undertake such an activity any more [and no vehicle]) and my mother said something to the effect of "don't be so sure".
[On the phone]I was talking to my brother about various general future portents, going out to the year 2050, and I said something to the effect that I would not be around to care then, and he responded in a way that suggested with certainty that I would be. (I would be 96 in 2050).
There have been a few more of these "tells" and at the time I thought they were mistakes, but as I came to appreciate the high degree of control and precision as to what I see, hear, and think, I now suspect these were purposeful. For what purpose, I don't know. This is an extension of the ongoing ambulatory gangstalkers making extra obvious feints and movements, all of them odd in the context, and decidedly purposeful.
Another "tell", and strictly a visual one, was a camouflaged dressed dude lounging outside the LD store when I entered (no one does this, except him so far), and when in the store at the checkout, an older woman starts babbling to me about where to line up for the checkout, and the camo dressed dude comes into the store, and from 20' away, beckons her to come toward him. These two individuals appeared to be unrelated or unassociated in a normal context, save this strange visual instruction which the woman immediately followed.
Another "tell", or at least one that I treat as such, was a weekly group discussion meeting I was involved in [in 2003-4], and someone mentioned something about me singing, and I said "I cannot sing to save myself" and all eight (or so) laughed together. None of them knew if I could really sing or not, and I was telling them truthfully that I could not, so what was so uniformly funny about that?
There are a few more of these anecdotes, but that should give your some idea that the harassment, control, and exposure to other phenomenon is authentic and analyzed all the time. As the perceptive and eloquent Rachael O. of On Gangstalking summarized the TI experience;
We do not imagine the stalking and harassment. We do not imagine strangers knowing way too much about us or that we are treated like mindless toys our whole lives. The whole thing is creepy and a living hell. True insanity would be much, much easier.[12-29-2015; Enough said, and another request for the debunkers and other sick-assed shills to read the above and explain all of the above events any conventional terms they chose to see if they can summon a rational explanation for this insane litany of abuse].
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