Released from Dominican Hospitol at noon.Understand all of this is a form of Crime Inc. team sport in Santa Cruz California.
(( Re- edited this section on 8.17.17 (third time in two weeks) to repair hacks i.e. errors in English, spelling and punctuation added in Mexican, UCSC witchcraft style. As I did this the jungle bunny - he's the chair slammer for effect, and Leila laugh
histericly, " I know,ha,haha, " " this is why your never done," " I called my father (my father just died) on fathers day," " ha,ha,ha. " Fxxx you, prove it," " we do this to writers all over the world," " we're psycic," as if they are reading what
I am writing in realtime. I am not connected to any wifi according to my iPad. These two party punks continue the verbal abuse, " feel the hate," " nobody we'll ever see that," " I tried so hard," The music switches to abusive lyrics like " Moore
yourself witch the jungle bunny sings obnoxiously to for maximum negative effects. UCSC gang style. Next lyric " I give so much more than I get," " I think of every possibility." " tell your father" mixed into the lyrics. ))
I was taken by wheelchair by a Mexican nurses aid down to the lobby after a Steve Posthuma look-a-like burst into the hospital room as I tried to defecate but was butt plugged. He wanted me to fill out a menu for the next day's meals. I told him I was
leaving the hospital. He acted shocked for effect.
In the lobby two obnoxious Mexicans "getting trained," at the front desk." One of the Mexican gang staff members said as I was wheeled in front of her, " you have to learn not to talk," The wheelchair Mexican tried to dump me off next to a fat ugly Kriss
evoker and her Hells Angels stereotype buddies as they all laughed hysterically. This is pre-sensitized (SC) " see we poison you and there is nothing you can do about it," sadistic/satanic laugh, con game, on and on.
(( In one hour of charging time at Jamba Juice this iPads power has gone up 4%. It normally would be up 25% by now. Next Space/UCSC Techno-witchcraft, Crime Inc. style. ))
A fat, ugly old Asain woman sets across the room in dark sun glasses and stares at me for effect, as if she is afraid I am a criminal. Now the locals of (SC) in Crime Inc. begin a little parade of evokers and look-a-like visitors to the Hospital. There
is Dan Savasky, F/U Kriss, Steve Posthuma - again, Paul, and Sara Savasky and the fake Christian Moore couple age accelerated.
A not happy Mexican security guard delivers my two knives to me as usual the blade feels like it's been loosened on one of the knives. The security guard evokes an angry young Sgt. Azua SCPD for effect. ( See photos ).
I am picked up by a dirty, dented in, old broken down yellow cab with a broken door driven by an almost dead elderly Jack Oneill evoker. He insists that I set up front on the dirtiest seat to pre stress me out before I get delivered downtown.
Upon arrival downtown the locals of (SC) play the fake sympathy con game with an audio spotlight broadcast from the St. George Apt., over my head,
" you poor man," " the kids took it to far," " the police respect you for standing up to it," " it's the party," " you should move," " they are going to kill you," " they can give you blood clots anytime they want to," " it's the Mexicans," " they do
this all over Mexico," " the Christians don't get it," " your better than all the men," " they hate you because your better than they are," "no one we'll ever admit it," " we've killed lots of people in Santa Cruz," " they do it with herbs"
((The next day the pompous " your too angry," chiropractor, herbalist returns after a year and gives me a $20 bill. The town says he used my stolen manuscript to write his book.))
The owner of Bhody is so nice to me. I tell him that the street team - who the town says used my stolen intellectual property to create there program, communicative style, and strategies- he promised would provide me housing hasn't showed up and is
three month overdue. He tells me that they know about me and are working on it should show up at anytime
I tell him," it's a bigger emergency now, that the doctors said I could die and if they are going to help me, I need it right away." He understands and we'll take care of it immediately.
((Modern witchcraft, applied stressors it's 8.16.17 still no show.))
While woman walk by me and smile sympathetically, and say " don't move,"
" it's for LA," " it's for the music'" and jungle bunny UCSC scum drive by displaying my stolen life style for effect, they look at me like they want to kill me.
UCSC gang boys walk by in Volcome, and Oneill shirts, " your old now," " we made you old," " your too old," " go home," little girls walk by and look afraid of me for effect. The obnoxious Asain photo takers show up to compound the " you don't know
how you look effect," " that medication changed your face," " you look angry," " this is what they did to Cal."
Later "Cal" the old shriveling up cowboy guitar player who the Mexicans said, " we used Cal for R+D in how to poison you," who spent a month in Dominican Hospital, who is now on his last leg, walks by me when I practice my music, whispered " we need
to talk."
Peter Garrett fake friend founder of Ideaology now renamed as Edge, drives by smile, on finger pointing up to heaven.
((Peter Garrett shows up trouble follows twenty four hours later con, returns on 8.14.17 acts like my long lost brother to tell me all about raising a million dollars in capital and moving his offices downtown, how his nephew, a special forces
soldier has moved in with him, and alludes to hacking this website - the next morning the battery on this iPad is drained from sixty-five percent to zero for no apparent reason and witch two days later start having trouble with (SC) Next
Space techno- witchcraft style.))
.Gifts of $5 here and $10 from fake Christians.
((Sad scared Jim Moore evoker looking guilty - ( three to five per day now ) - broadcast, " Jims really sad," " they think your a fake Christian," " they won't help you any more," " you talk to much," " the Christians don't like you," " we all
have secrets to keep," " Jim is gay." " this is why you can't talk, ha,ha,ha,ha"))
Fat ugly Kriss evoker getting off on the power trip enjoying my stolen life style.
Long conversation with Christian friend and his UCSC son about a mentor teaching program at Stanford Tech Camp he is involved in in computer game design for little kids. Tell him about my Ocean/Space exploration game idea wants to come back and talk
with me about using it in the class. Jamba Juice food poisoner UCSC computer science game designer walks bye smirk.
Now the town begins the " your just like Jack [Oneil]," " Jacks not dead," " your father isn't dead either," " it's a surprise," " wait tell UC where you get to live," Oneill wants you to take over were Jack left off," spin con by direct comment,
visual clues,met-shirt slogans, and audio spotlight broadcast. Lots of little visits with French tourists who alternate between very friendly and cruelly anti-Semitic for maximum negative effect.
((The French bought Oneills Company con revisited.))
Play a little music. Practice the very frustrating Hotel California leads Dr. Mark Moody introduced me to the day I went into the Hospital. My voice totally changed by hospital visit. It now has an amazing operatic quality to it. deeper range.
Walk bye comment, " see," " you have a gift," " we make it better," " it's top secret," " your going to be a star," " LA can't believe how good you are," " he doesn't know how good he is," " you have to accept the devil first," " you can have
any girl you want," " we have panties like you can't believe," " come," " this is the secret of Hollywood and Nashville."
Too exhausted from the Hospital, in to much pain to walk to Trader Joes, and CVS for badly needed supplies. Don't have the energy to deal with Brother Ron - series felon, WS gang member, fake devout Catholic, subject of several police reports,
and emails to CVS who the town says was recommended by the SCPD for the job, and his new job at CVS to provoke anger and hate and the cruel UCSC kids at Trader Joes and rotten employees.
August 6, 2017
Woken up at 2AM by two SCPD asking me if " I had seen a guy in a gray sweatshirt," passed out to sleep all night. Woken up to feel exhausted, groggy, muddled cognition from new heart MEDS prescription that the UCSC witches walking bye last night
said as I took my first dose," those pills are not what you think they are," " those pills are going to change you," " they make you old," " it's the Columbians, they've done this before," " your going to forget all the music you wrote," "
it's the rappers," " your MEDS are to help you lose weight," " your going to be a star," " you did not have xxxxxxxx, the hospital lied," " your in no danger."
Mocking Mexican father with two little boys he's taking surfing living my stolen lifestyle parks in front of me. Marcia, my UCSC Mexican friend who sexbaits evoked by a look-a-like Mexican prostitute street scum twenty years younger then me.
((Marcia is evoked three to five times per day alternating between pregnant, prostitute, available housing, fat old, ugly hag. It's worth noting the town does the same thing with Taylor.))
Jehovah's Witness Columbian Coca/Pot Cartel ten year serial harasser, Ardy Azhire ADT San Jose VP evoker, Mexican preacher walks bye me to incite me, " your the one in hell."
Audio Spotlight broadcast from the St. George by retired drug dealers, prostitutes and hackers living off the government. The broadcast begins from the WS gang fight goader, insulter, recorder of my music's room, " leave Santa Cruz," " you
can't prove it," " the FBI knows," " wait tell UC what we do to you next," " the new police chief has plans for you," " he talked to the city manager (my friend), he hates you,". " he told him to get rid of you."
(( The following paragraph hacked out and switched with jibbrish, discovered and corrected on 8.16.17.))
Last night a look-a-like of the City Manager dressed like a drug addict and scum bag paraded by me to set up this con. The next morning the city manager is setting at Verve as I walk bye on my way to Jamba Juice, he says, " this guy (Jew-y)
is crazy," to his (SC) sexbait companion.
This morning Don the " paranoid schitzophrenic pot head/farmer screenwriter who " blew his big chance in Hollywood to have his screenplay optioned by a major studio," Sterling gang/cult con walks bye on his way to buy drugs. He use to have
long conversations with me about writing now he just shows up and walks by me on days like this of maximum situational psych torture.
I check my email. The very important email I sent Kriss the social worker from Encompass the day before I passed out and was admitted to Dominican Hospital asking for help before I went into the Hospital answered four days too late.
(( Classic techno-witchcraft, UCSC/Next Space hack to prevent success and to cause cognitive dissonance, stress, anger and hate. ))
Fourth in a series of continually cruel and abusive emails by Ruby the Rickee healer [fake] Sterling matron serial abuser. This one asked, " are you getting the help you need?" the one before it while I was in the Hospital contemplating
my mortality, " where is your savior now? " I don't read her trash I just delete it, so now they show the first sentence in my mail list.
All of this garbage as I check for a response from my wife. No response.
Have to suddenly urinate and defecate.
(( Have to rush applied stressors struggle to put my tablet away.))
Walk into Peets, nice guy manager says," we hear everything you say," [ we read everything you write]. Delayed getting to the toilet, to cause "leakage," into my freshly washed underwear, urinate no defication (Mexican food service butt
plugged for two days). Broadcast in the bathroom, " those MEDS change your face," " this is your end," " your getting old now," " you can't blame (my wife's name), she never got your email," " it's the government, they have your email
blocked."
(( outside five minutes later it's the sad, pathetic, getting fatter and uglier
" they did it to me too," " I need your help," street scum prostitute who evokes my wife.))
The manager of Peets continues with the verbal abuse broadcast - he's a "turner, never done this to me before - " it's the government they have your email blocked," " nobody sees your websites," " Ruby is going to say you harrass her,"
( how would these fools know all of this?) " we're psychic," " get out of Santa Cruz." " you cant live like this," " those meds change your face,"
" don't come back," " imagine how hard it well be in the winter."
All of this broadcast in the "nice gay guy" managers voice. I look at my face in the only bathroom mirror downtown, my eyes look very angry and mean, not my natural facial expression.
As I walk up to the counter to buy a pumpkin muffin that always makes me fall asleep an hour later, the evoker clerk who is nice and evokes by apperance the new cruel argument " he's just an old bum," class con S/M lesbian who works at
Chocolate talks to the manager who looks at my face and says, " now we have the face we need."
As I set down outside to document this and relax and eat, obnoxious UCSC threesome witches talk sxxx, " you can't prove it," " go home." " this is why you never finish." An obnoxious laughing mocking Mexican witchcraft family walks
by, " he knows what we do," " he can't do anything to stop it." Fat ugly Kris, Paul Savasky, my wife as a perostitute of the Mexicans, Dan Savasky living my stolen life style evokers parade bye for effect. An evoker of my wife
livin the good life with another man con walks bye, " the truth doesn't matter," " the UCSC kids are mean," " you'll get use to it."
Asha the Pizza My Heart Prostitute - (evoked from five to ten times per day now to continue to sensitize me to her) - the town now says is responsible for the last round of drugging and poisoning - ( repeated five to ten times per day
in direct comment and audio spotlight broadcasting) - that sent me to the hospital evoker not happy girl, " she uses everything you say and do too," con continues. " that's who sent you to the hospital," from the UCSC threesome down
the street.
Ugly sliver corroding paint job LP# 6EGC831 parks in front of me. One of Ryan Coonertys monkey employees from Book Shop Santa Cruz wearing a Flooging Molly SShirt - ( pre sensitized by Oneill starting fifteen years ago with the appearance
of " the flogging we'll continue daily until your attitude improves - witches switch t-shirt) - gets out of the car. Ear deafening, maddening alarm set horn honk four times in ten minutes to stress me out even more. Can't get connected
to wifi, finally do and the battery power goes down 25% in fifteen minutes of blocked access. These are all applied frustrators.and stressors techno-witchcraft.
Once I am finally connected to Bhody wifi, just like " magic" I have to stop this documentation to rush to the bathroom to urinate and try to defecate again. When I come back blocked again from Verves wifi for thirty minutes to frustrate
and prevent immediate posting this on schatemongers.simdif.com
Too exhausted to document the rest of the day.
This is only 1/100,000th of 1% of the sadistic and satanic abuse in one 24hr.period in Santa Cruz. Still have to go back and rewrite my notes from four days at Dominican Hospital, a kinder gentler version of Dominican stay #2 a couple
months ago and Dominican stay # 1 over a year ago also incomplete.
(( see why the town does not want the truth told so they block wifi access and battery time and fill me up with new daily torture that has to be documented too.))
(( NOTE HUGE AMOUNT OF DOCUMENTATION ABOUT DOMINICAN HOSPITOL 8.2 thru 8.5 REMOVED DISCOVERED ON 8.16.17.))
