It's real and it's as serious as a heart attack. I live in Mexico and work in San Diego and it knows no borders.
Sometime while living in the Costa Hermosa, section of Tijuana I began feeling periods of dejavu. It seemed like many things I was seeing and hearing just seemed familiar. Then again, (and thank ******* god) I have the Spanish vocabulary or a 14 year old.
I was born and raised in the British Isles. I had always been attracted to Mexico, the culture, the beauty, the women, whom I consider the most beautiful in the world. I had some "friends" help me in locating a place and my employer was fully aware of this. I was going through a difficult breakup and the IRS had cleaned out my bank account at the time, so it wasn't the easiest of times but I was happy. Shortly after my birthday I found a beautiful 2 story, 3 bathroom, and 4 bedroom ocean view home for 700 a month. I was on top of the world. I was hoping I could rekindle my relationship with my ex-fiancée who also lives in Tijuana. However around March of 2017 things began to get weird.
A woman who assisted me in finding a home in Playas de Tijuana began moving items into my home. I won’t go into this too much because I don’t think she was involved. However living in the home became stressful when she moved her older children into my home. Once was a meth-addict and the stress was beginning to take its toll. I began seeing multiple women. As many as 3-4 a week. That was my only vice, I love extremely beautiful, super intelligent women and in Mexico, there is no shortage.
Shortly after Sandy moved her twin sons into the house, their girlfriends also moved in. There were several instances of Ruben’s girlfriend being in the home when I came home from work. However she would remain hidden in one of the rooms and would often watch ne having sex with one of the girls I was seeing or watch me masturbate through my bedroom window. My room had a sliding glass door to the balcony as did a second empty room. She would go out the glass door in the empty room and watch me through my glass door. I don’t think Ana was involved in the ‘organized stalking” and I didn’t even know she was watching me. However, I was beginning to feel uneasy about the things going on in my home, I could not prove anyone was abusing my friendship but it was obvious. Armed with my voice recorder on my cellphone, I decided to make a recording. Recordings don’t lie, at least non edited recording don’t.
The recording proved my suspicions to be correct, I asked that everyone prepare to leave when the lease came up and asked that all be polite during the process. Ana, however was asked to leave immediately. She revealed some very intimate things about me in the audio recording. Little did I know, audio and video recording were soon to become an important part of my life.
I took a series of recordings on 3/30/2018 of Ana discussing my preference for women in their late twenties to mid-thirties. I decided too much personal information had been released to members of the household and began looking for new home.
Around the same time I also began seeing the same faces on the internet. WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram. Some of the images were frightening, In my iPhone Contacts, my Well Fargo Contact image had been changed to a a bouquet of flowers. When I clicked on the link to the Facebook URL I was taken to a photo of my actual bank in San Ysidro with a black gentleman with sunglasses and a bandana over his face pointing a shotgun at the camera. Many friends (well more like acquaintances) had had their Facebook profile images changed to Bouquets of flowers, Funeral Homes and the like. This all began happening after I left my phone in an MTS restroom in San Ysidro. It was recovered by the MTS Police/Security dept but was not returned to me for over w week. I imagine this is when the “spying” software was installed. My Work computer also was taken from my desk by my boss Jon Saul because he said I had left it unlocked. I imagine for the same reason. BEAR WITH ME WHILE I GE THE DATES.
I had shown everyone at work the new home I was planning on moving into. It was beautiful and I was happy. Oddly enough, the Real Estate Company, Bienes Raices de Playas de Tijuana who leased me the home told me I could not have a dog. I didn’t think much of it at the time but it is pretty clear to me now. Once I moved in to my new home but noticed a very aggressive looking, muscular neighbor. He was always giving me the “mean mug” as they call it. I didn’t give a darn and hadn’t planned on befriending him anyway. Even when I was only interested in the house, he would be there when the real estate agent would take me to see it. I was later told this gentleman’s name was Jessie. I use the term gentleman very loosely.
Things were about to get even worse than they already wear, very shortly my neighbors began the process known as what I would call the implementation phase of “organized harassment”. This would go on 24/7. It started the first weekend of April 2018 but I chalked it off to neighbors who were just curious about the new man in the neighborhood. So I left a note on my front gate explaining to them that I worked long hours and that my father had recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer and didn’t have much time left with us. It didn’t matter because the insults and the noise campaign had already began. Again, I figured that reasoning with these people may still be possible but probably not until after my father would pass, I was still struggling with that unfortunate incident, Sadly, as of this writing I still haven’t had a moment to mourn for my beloved father, I am still struggling with the psychological aspects of being Gang-Stalked. It’s almost over now but usually once a week, this whole unnecessary tragedy saddens me.
On 4/15/2018 I decided I needed to make recordings of the verbal harassment and noise campaign that was going on directly in front of my home. I made a series of 4 recordings late that Sunday night. I had become accustomed to remaining awake from Friday night though Monday morning. I was unable to leave my house after arriving home. The “neighbors” at least I thought they were neighbors had begun remaining in front of my home, often leaned up against a white Land Rover and a white pickup truck had begun verbally threatening me. “Venga afuera cabrone”and “nosotros quiere matarte y quemarte” had become the regular chants. “Cabrone” had actually become my preferred name to the “Perpetrators” of this campaign. Soon I also began hearing it at work but still hadn’t made any connection between the two, you see I worked in the U.S. and lived in Tijuana Mexico. I actually worked for the United States Federal Government.
The noise campaign was just too bizarre for me to comprehend. I initially didn’t think it was much more than weird neighbors. Tires screeching all night long, Jackhammers and late night construction projects. High beams and flashlights beaming into my windows, numerous dogs barking. Car doors slamming, horns honking and car alarms going off for hours became the new norm. Often all occurring simultaneously and often when I was either arriving home or leaving. Oddly enough, there were no dogs in the neighborhood when I moved in. At times I would estimate up to 20 dogs where barking. I never actually seen any dog so recordings were a very real possibility. The noise campaign was now evolving into what I would later learn was the “Sensitizing Phase”. The entire street was jackhammered and re-asphalted twice in one week. Gang-Stalking is a very well orchestrated and coordinated assault. It also works very well. It really does a number on an unsuspecting citizen, I would later learn that the victim of this abuse is known as a targeted individual or, T.I. Again, I have audio recordings of all. Well over 20.
In order to get some rest I began sleeping in hotels. I had a regular cab driver whom I trusted drop me off at these hotels. As I type it is becoming clear that he was tipping off the perpetrators as they began harassing me in the hotels. Some of these perps looked familiar but I couldn’t place their faces because of the different locations and it still has not occurred to me that I was being “Gang-Stalked”. Gang-Stalking is a disinformation term for Targeted Surveillance. One crazy evening in a hotel in Playas de Jardines, women were looking in my window. I thought they were swingers or something weird just trying to get s peek. They would go into their rooms which were usually on both sides of my room and above and rather were having sex or pretending to and then passing back by my room and looking in again. I could hear loud music being played and figured it was just a car stereo however when I looked out my window I saw it was a band in the parking lot actually playing music. It gets crazier. They were singing about me and the women looking into my window. I won’t go into too much detail because it gets really crazy after that.
On 5/7/2018 I also made a series of recording of recording in which false information was being spread to all the neighbors. I later learned this was the “Slander Campaign”. Rumors were spread throughout the neighborhood that I was a pedophile, a drunk, a drug addict and just a plain weirdo. “Que Raro” jad now become a new phrase thrown around while I was within an earshot of the “perps”. I had no idea at this point that there was much more wrong than just weird neighbors curious about the new guy. However, while shopping, walking or eating at nearby restraints it was becoming obvious that there was a larger defamation campaigns going on. Street vendors, Walmart shoppers and even people on the trolley began discussing very intimate details on my life while staring directly at me. I though of recording them or taking photos but I was a stranger in a strange land and I was, well afraid of harm. Interestingly enough, as any T.I. will tell you, the harassment only occurs when you are alone and not recording. The later I found out accidentally when I had finally had enough, bear in mind my father was dying and I reached the point where I was unhurtable. I had endured so much pain that I didn’t give a **** what these sad, sick human beings did. The made me ashamed to be of the same species. So I said to hell with it and began recording. They scattered like roaches.
On 5/16/2018 the harassment in Mexico had actually made it to my place of work. Actually it had been going on but again, I blew it off as jitters or coincidence. No one wants to be known as crazy so as many other T.I.’s indicate, they keep most of it to themselves for fears of reprisal or social stigma. However, this time I heard the “brown-noser” another term for “perp” making suggestions to what was happening to me at my home in Tijuana. I also recognized him as the guy on the white Honda motorcycle who can be heard in previous recordings and this time I recorded him harassing me on the job. I notified some coworkers and we were able to determine the individuals name was Hector Mejia and that he in fact, owned property in Monumental. The area in which I was renting. At this point things were really beginning to come into focus. I now knew at least one of the organizers of this harassment was a coworker. I didn’t understand the implications of it at the time but things were about to become very, very sinister.
The weekend of June 9th was completely off the hook. Bear in mind that my father died on the 10th. Sadly, I dint even give a **** because my life was about to take a turn for the worst like know other I had ever experienced. Friday night when I came home from work, I expected things to be bad after my driver left but not as they were about to get. I was sitting in my dining room looking at my phone and watching the news. I could hear my neighbor, Jessie and a female companion talking their usual garbage. I had become used to it and would reply to them with insults that would make a drunken sailor with Tourette’s blush. We also had another very odd way of communicating. I used and application called WhatsApp.
About a week before I actually moved into the house in Playas de Tijuana Seccion Monumental, I met a girl selling moccasins and necklaces off a table near a restaurant named La Cerve on the beach. I loved that place by the way. Anyway the woman I met was named Cony. Cony Barbosa actually. We chatted nearly daily before moving to the house on Las Rocas. We often talked about having coffee or dinner but I wasn’t really ready because of my dad’s illness combined with my fucked-up in the head neighbors 34/7 harassment. Still Cony and I spoke via WhatsApp regularly. I told her all about my neighbors. Only later I would find out she was actually was what is known at a “handler”. ******* weird huh?
One evening in particular when I was being harassed intensely. The weekend of 5/11/2018 actually. Primarily by verbal assaults, slander and another noise campaign coming from 800 Called de Las Rocas, 814 Calle De Las Rocas and 787 Calle de as Rocas. I happened to be messaging with Cony. I explained to her that the neighbors had gone bananas all over again. She told me I should leave the area which was not the response I was expecting. So I decided to test her. I sent her a message indicating that I had recorded “Hector” the perp, harassing me at work. Immediately all of what I would shortly learn were Gang Stalkers” began screaming about Hector losing his job. I gloated and went outside and said, “**** Hector”! When someone said “What?”, I repeated it about 5 times.
My performance at work was really suffering. I was going upwards of 4-5 days a week without sleeping. My work sent me to a doctor and told me to take some time off. I did and initially the doctor thought I was imagining everything until I produced the videos and audio. I then produced these recording to HR .
Armed with this information, I spoke to my primary Gang-Stalker, Hector Mejia (Allegedly), I told him I would delete the email if he would call his goons off. Since I lived in Tijuana and was being primarily harassed there, my employer, San Diego Metropolitan Transit System then strongly advised I get a hotel in San Diego. I did, was sent to a special room and Gang-Stalked into empty burning hell, received a call from my employer and was terminated for deleting an email between the Gang-Stalker Hector Mejia and myself, which was backed up.
I was homeless, sleeping on the border, in parks and the Tijuana estuary and hadn’t eaten or drank in 8 days. If I called the police, they ignored me, the fire department ignored me, doctors and lawyers even ignored me. One evening in the Park, a homeless man with a telephone began yelling at me. I had just woken up. He was a bald Mexican man. I curled into the fetal position, covered my ears and gave him the middle finger. At that point he muttered into his cellphone, “Si sabes” or in English, “he knows” and left as quickly as he appeared. I later recognized him as the man in Insurgentes on 8/7/2018.
On “8/6/2018” at 3 58PM, I decided I would contact the San Diego news, Melissa Mecija, 10 News in San Diego. Oddly enough, the very next day on 8/7/2018” at about 11:15 AM as I left my work in Insurgentses Tijuana, a man with a blue Jumpsuit with yellow horizontal stripes, a double band on each arm and a double band on each leg approached me, he had sunglasses on and we nodded at each other in recognition. They no longer scare me, I welcome them. The song Like a Stone was playing from a construction site as we crossed paths and it was playing in my office when I returned some 30 minutes later.
Coincidences happen all the time. Mathematically impossible coincidences happen all the time when you are being “Gang-Stalked”. However, I have learned to blow it all off. It’s an immature game which is being played by immature people. Without all the players, there is no game. I have become nothing more than a spectator.
I have a B.S. in Computer Engineering and MS in Electrical Engineering and was even employed by Mike Pompeo for over 10 years. I am homeless. Have been a victim of Organized Stalking, Brighting, Sound Campaigns, Slander Campaigns and everything else that comes with “Targeted Surveillance”. It’s more like Targeted Harassment and is a nightmare world and one of the most sinister things one human being could do to another. It follows me where I go. Thanks to my ex-employer. It's funded by employers and corporations.
If I went into anymore detail, you wouldn’t believe it.
