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there is a special place prepaired for those occupied with the gangstalking. to all t.i. i wish you strength.
See targetedjustice.com for details.
I strongly suspect that I was a TI at one time, possibly still am. I started questioning the “official story” of 9/11 around 2002. read at lot of stuff over at whatreallyhappened.com back then. Even wrote something about it, read it at this actor/writer workshop I used to be a member of(at received almost violent blowback for doing so). Anyways, had a studio apt. in hollywood at the time.I lived alone, no one had access, except the apt mgr, and that was always 24 hour notice etc etc. I started noticing things being moved around in the apt. I thought I was just being forgetful, until one day my tv remote went missing. Looked for it high and low. never found it. Got a new one. a week goes by. I come home one day, and there’s the old remote. sitting on my coffee table. in plain sight. then I knew someone was fucking with me. I had my car keyed, engine tampered with(confirmed by my mechanic). So I know this stuff happens.
Since then, there have been many times, I felt like I was under surveillance, in NY/L.A. mostly. I’ve seen some of the gangstalking behavior(pointing at me, flash mob/street theatre stuff). I don’t think I’m paranoid or crazy. I wish it would stop, or, I wish I could get ahold of whoever is most responsible and have a “conversation” with that person that they would NEVER forget.
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