Topic: The Agent Next Door
I can't really jump right into the subject of this post (my neighbors) without first a bit of my personal history. I'll keep it short.
I talk to a lot of strangers on a daily basis. It's part of my job. Something changed in my psyche about 3 years ago and I began to see people differently. I began to connect on a different level - from a different place. I saw their humanity. Their innocence. The human being beneath the facade, if you will. This change in dynamic was such a departure from my lifelong experience, I felt like a textbook born-again christian. A pretty good trick considering I'm not a christian.
This is not an indiscriminate, new-agey, saccharin grin plastered on my face. It is a very deep, solid sense of compassion and empathy that just... woke up.
To be fair, I should say that just previous to this change I had made a conscious decision to be more careful with people. But I certainly didn't expect it to turn into some sort of miracle. Trust me... if you knew me, you'd call it a miracle too! --- just kidding. I wasn't that bad. Just held back in the darkness like so many of us.
Fast-forward to last September. I discover, much to my horror, that I am a "targeted individual" or, TI. Much like the Stasi thing in Nazi Germany. Basically I am monitored, watched, and harrassed constantly. I don't care about that. I don't even like talking about it now, because that only serves its purpose. I am not a victim. I am not overwhelmed, thanks to this forum and the many contributors here, and thanks especially to Montalk, whose words have saved me more than a few times. Talk about PERSPECTIVE. I would jump off a bridge if I didn't have a handle on where all this was ultimately coming from. Which brings me to The Neighbors...
I can't possibly describe all of the events of the last three years involving the man next door and the woman downstairs. Suffice it to say that their movements are synchronized to virtually every move I make. I open a door, she opens and closes a door - 20 times. I take a shower, he manipulates the water pressure. The woman downstairs went completely silent when I covered up my tv screens a month ago. Things have been taken out of my apartment, out of my car and out of my storage. My phone is tapped. My computer was hacked-to-crash so many times I kept the system disks on my desk for the constant re-installs.
I use the past tense for much of this stuff because I now have cameras all over the place, so the B and E has stopped. (my due diligence) What happened this morning is what I want to put forth here on the forum because this is where it gets REALLY interesting. I hope some of you can throw in your 2 cents.
The man next door has exited his apartment JUST BEFORE me, every day for the past 3 years. No matter what day. No matter what time. He ALWAYS steps out before me and he ALWAYS waits till I'm in the kitchen so I hear him. Waaaay beyond coincidence and clearly a mind game.
Can he see me? Wait. That's not the question. I floundered with that question for months until this morning. Now I suspect something beyond "seeing" me.
I awoke very early and decided to take out the trash at 4:00 am. I knew he was awake. I was surprised he didn't here me moving around and bolt out the door before me. (I've seen him leave his apartment at 1am if I get up to use the bathroom) Mind you, I had no idea I would take out the trash. I did it on a whim. Spur of the moment.
Later, I decided to review the tape of the hallway (which watches my door) and saw that he walked out at 2:30am and came back at 3:00 - before I was even awake!!!
(you can fill in all the other stuff too. the van on the street with people in it - all the time. people on cellphones everywhere I go. blah blah blah. one guy mumbled something to me last week about me being in The Witness Protection Program. what was THAT about?)
Back to the $64,000 question: How did he know I was going to step out at 4am when I didn't even know it?
My answer - at this point: this guy is a robot/humanoid matrix cop. He's in his mid-sixties and he's like a machine.
(this is a very tiny slice of the strangeness around me all the time)