The Show Must Go On

Still playing ball? I repeated it in my head, as I walked briskly out the door, intent on not being stuck in the same situation I had been, surrounded by people playing this nefarious game. What's the point, all these people.. I hadn't tried to visit the FBI again, but I was sure her 'game' was about not complaining to the authorities. I walked outside, around the corner, and across the street... I walked in to the smaller hotel and asked how much a night would be. "No rooms available tonight," Of course not. Feeling railroaded.. I thought that maybe if I did 'play ball,' I could end this hellish experience, feeling bold and armed with the new idea of attacking them on their own turf, I walked back in to the Marriott on Atlantic Ave.

This was street theater, but I didn't know it yet. Strangers having staged conversations around you, with the sole intent of you hearing. Their conversations often included personal details from your life that they should have no knowledge of, or communicated a message to you. Alerting you to their constant presence, it serves to create the illusion of paranoia, one of the prime reasons for the attack. The attack works, and it's been used for decades against honest victims, like James Jesus Angleton, too close to the truth. (tm)

whole post, with links: [link to unduecoercion.blogspot.com]