The electricity is now off in my apartment. Unlike everything else that has gone awry in my life since Saturday, February 18, 2023, I can’t directly blame The Deep State here. I’m way behind on my ConEd bill; I owe them a lot of money. However, I would ask this: how can I be expected to stabilize my life & finances and rise above past defeats, when bad actors are actively, continuously conspiring to destroy me?

Next month marks 1 year since I received the first tormentuous text messages. Prior to (and after) that, I was getting hauled off to the psych ward about once a month because of ThE VoIcEs that nobody will own up to.

I now trust in G-d, and I thank Him for seeing me through this storm. I feel like we’re close to a resolution here. Matthew 20:16 will be on my mind as I wait. I also feel like it would be in everyone’s best interest to get me under an NDA sooner rather than later. For now, I’ll either be sitting here in the dark or lurking the streets in search of electricity.

As I was mulling over whether I should post the above 3 paragraphs, I laid on my bed and started petting Cali, my 15-year-old pet cat.

Then, I remembered: when I arrived back in NYC in October 2022, I had TWO cats with me inside the cab of the U-Haul. Though I cannot prove it, I am fairly certain my beloved 2nd cat, Neyda, was poisoned by one of the neighbors when I lived on Marsden Street, back in the Spring of 2023. Cali is aloof & easily spooked, but Neyda was outgoing and charismatic. 

I can’t remember if I let Neyda venture outside that day or if she escaped, but when she came back, she didn’t look well. Within a few hours, she was dead.

Laying here on the bed, I remembered that [redacted] has threatened Cali’s life repeatedly in the past year.

My surveillance cameras are now offline, and I’m worried for Cali’s wellbeing, in the event I step out to charge my phone. My Deep State lover has also made threats to plant contraband in my apartment. Super.