Totem: The Truth Behind focks.with.it/@i.w.skcoF
I, Joseph John Atkachunas, am the victim of Gaslighting and Psychological Hacking, as I currently write this, as of 3:44pm EST on 4/17/2024, in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, NY 11222, at 42 Diamond St #7, where it is cloudy, cool, and I am sane, sober, and nonsense fiction, means non-fiction, in 2024. I am the biggest whistleblower in world history, to date, after being an influencer in New York City that reached millions of accounts worldwide.
Gaslighting Hacking is meant to make an individual think that their ex or exes are the ones who are performing the cruel acts against them via their cell phones, accounts, etc, as well as to make what is occurring in an individual’s life seem downright absurd and crazy to the outside world. However, in 2023, it became much more prominent than this in New York City, as Psychological Hacking became used in the NYC Metro via software such as Piramid, the Israeli neuroscience software) and Matlab (illegal version), to access the human-mind, and body, yet I believe my soul is still in-tact at this point of my life, being 33 years old, and being Psychologically Hacked by LulzSec’s VooDoo Gang, and the CountzFilesCrew (Park Slope), for 6 months straight (as the church bells ring outside simultaneously (await “common themes””), and I have been the victim of Gaslighting Hacking for almost 2 years now, but first reporting hacking as a victim to the Ridgewood, NJ police department, in November 2022. They stated they weren’t “tech savvy”, just as the NYPD 94th Precinct stated when I first called them in July 2023, yet my hackers left a calling card stating users who are “tech savvy can use windows to access certain devices and apps”, in my initial police report to Ridgewood NJ (see: “common themes” now already begin…)
I was in a very turbulent relationship with an ex of mine, who I am currently still awaiting a restraining order hearing against me, as I dropped my restraining order against her, yet she was the first person to ever hack my laptop and Google Pixel, just far from the last…
I am a 6x domestic violence victim from her, and my company, focks.with.it LLC, was publicly defamed by her in both of our hometowns of Greenpoint, Brooklyn 11222, on Facebook and Instagram (cases in “Documentation” in rear of book), which due to recordings she took of our arguments and posted to social media, reddit, and the dark web, made me a very large target in Brooklyn, as my account reached 17 Million accounts in just 51 days of being active in 2023, after we broke up, and I was thrown out overnight while staying a night at the William Vale.
At the William Vale, I went because I solely could not get work accomplished for my corporate job while “dealing” with her mental health “disorder”, Borderline Personality Disorder. I write “disorder”, as I truly believe in the following statement that I vocalized myself, in a “lull” of being Psychologically Hacked, and in the arms of another who either has Borderline Personality Disorder, or Schizophrenia, and coined the following phrase “unravels the tapestry”, whom Psychological Gaslighting Hacking by VooDoo Gang took me away from:
“Psychological “disorders/mental illnesses”, may very well be shades of gray, as in variances in the human personality, finding the true self, pending how much an individual “unravels the tapestry” of what is you, and “you”. Hearing, learning, and truly listening, in this order, and learning how to speak, in what is considered “normal”, but also is “not”, no, and the true meaning behind words, which vary, due to the perspective, of each human’s personality, as there is truly no such thing as “good or evil”, pending on how much an individual spirals in either direction, how one copes, is “productive in society”, and what is “moral code”, in each given “world” each individual truly lives in, on this same planet, which spirals each day, and rotates around the sun. And I swing, yet I spiral, and I understand so much, as I am currently psychologically/mentally hacked by Grey Hat hackers, and have been through much torment, naturally.” - Joe “Focks" Atkachunas
At the William Vale, I tried to resolve our relationship with a perfect date night, with views of Brooklyn and lower Manhattan, a buffet of Lueca, ordered as room service, yet the night ended in tragedy as she had a hypomanic episode, called the 94th Precinct on me, and I called her mother who advised, after I confirmed my ex’s stability earlier with her that day, that I need to run to the front desk and get help urgently, which I did.
I was stuck at the William Vale in depressive and anxiety ridden despair, as I have suffered from anxiety and depression my entire life, since my mother passed away from breast cancer when I was 5 years old. I couldn’t focus on anything other than moving on, as I tried so hard, too hard, after our first breakup in October 2022, to get her back in my life.
At the William Vale, I learned that I have the ability to attract women with BPD and similar personalities like “flies on shit”, which I hate to say as I have zero self-worth and haven’t been called truly attractive as a man until I was 32 years old. This comes after a 15 year relationship with my high-school sweetheart, class-couple, prom date, that ended during the global pandemic in 2020, losing my house, dog, etc, and being carried out by Police on all 4’s (common theme - mental health and how the police treat it) and immediately welcoming the ex who’s restraining order hearing is still open, after I closed mine against her after the public defaming and 6x domestic violence occurrences, as I wanted closure, which is very important in all relationships in life.
I say this as I truly have been abandoned by everyone in my life, and not putting the blame on each of them, just stating, everything could have been handled better from all sides, prior to me going through a metamorphosis prior and while being Psychologically Hacked to hell and back, still learning truly now what demons and gods will mean for the upcoming/occurring WW3.
My first Tinder date was my ex with the restraining order hearing with BPD. The first Tinder date, a woman I met at the William Vale, once I was single again, was another woman with BPD, who happened to be “LulzSec” and a dominatrix (learned weeks after). She admitted to me that women with BPD cannot physically love a human-being, and was a true eye opener for me, being intimate with her, but knowing any crushes I would develop, would be left unreturned, as well as seeing the similarities first-hand regarding the “eye twinkle” that women with BPD have, especially during intense sexual intercourse, that I became addicted to in a sense. My relationship with this partner ended, after briefly working together on my social media campaign, and her being the reason why @focks.with.it became an active account again, as me being the “man with his hands in his pockets” due to a hypomanic episode of hers, as well as, her putting Piranha, on my phone via my own WiFi network, captured by a one hour and 30 minute call to Spectrum, which lead to the Head Engineer blaming “the internet. Like blaming air for the common cold…
My second Tinder date at the William Vale was a woman with Bipolar Disorder (no twinkle here), but we kicked-off amazingly at Westlight and the pool at the William Vale, and she wrote an article on me, that was commented on negatively by [email protected], which was linked to a KILL**** Wordpress account, that I found by googling that email address in 5 seconds, and the 94th NYPD Precinct stated I “was playing detective.”
I look down to my left and I see my grandfathers Union City Detective badge and Gold life-time PBA card, one of a few things that haven’t been physically stolen from my from 42 Diamond St #7, Brooklyn NY, 11222, unlike my cell phone, a Tobasco ((certified un-hackable flip phone) - (347) 642-2777, SKU: 610214676498, IMEI: 358371950586076) which I reported to the 94th Precinct and didn’t receive a police report back from…
This woman, would have “Obituary NYC” written in her Google search bar prompt, prior to meeting me. I, then, similarly would then see “Obituary Brooklyn NY”, “Instagram”, “Facebook”, and “Drama” added to my Google search bar prompts, similar to that of all of my family and ex’s names. Fun fact: When I asked this woman to have her best friend look at his phone if the same would occur, she said it magically disappeared, and chalked this up to coincidence instead of reporting her phone as hacked to the NYPD, due to fear of being put into inpatient in a hospital over it.
+Handwritten, prior copies of this, exist, and may be pulled in later to this “unbelievable story”, but know that I just had to explain after saying “you’d look good in white” to my current girlfriend for the 10th time, that it meant a wedding dress. Know that the last page of the handwritten 2nd book of this story, called “The Truth Behind Focks.with.it: #KillTheDJ”, had the final page ripped out confessing my love for her, with a pocket full of evidence for that book, to be replaced with “LulzSec says Don’t Leave Brooklyn bc A***’s charges”, during an induced Psychosis via Hypnosis created electronically by LulzSec God VooDoo.
All of the initial hacking, prior to my brain and body being hacked via Piramid, Matlab, many add-ons, and more, was reported to police departments in Ridgewood, NJ, and the 94th Precinct in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, NY. Then, I became the biggest whistleblower in the world to date. I provided the FBI New York City with evidence of a terrorist living in America on my HP Laptop. I also stopped the sale of Piramid and Matlab on the dark web site named Vorum.onion, and advised the public of the existence of such in multiple methods.
The initial hacking begins on your cell phone, and moves to your home WiFi network, your electrical system, and then your plumbing, with certain grey-hat hackers. Outlets click, appliances ping and click, pipes clink, and psychosis by hypnosis is formed. Then a true psychological hacking attack begins. Memory dwelling, extreme paranoia and anxiety brought on from it, and much worse occur. The nervous system is impacted very harshly and so is memory and body movement. Prying on love, fear, doubts, and so much more, due to lulling, and more mental warfare, is constant with Psychological Hacking Gangs (See i.w.skcoF).
I have always been second best to my peers in my life at things I was statistically great at, such as baseball. I tied Little League records, bat over .600 in high-school, and broke my coaches classically restored windshield in the town all-star game with a right-center field home run. People chanted my last name around a field during a playoff game, and “Atkachunas”, to my surprise, was yelled by a few during my graduation from high school. I never felt as I was anything special, or the best when I even was statistically. I even was number one at Blackhawk Down, a Playstation 2 video game, for some time-being, but left the game.
My mother died when I was five years old, and I don’t believe I kissed her on the night she died. I remember this vaguely as my 2nd memory, other than playing Blitz on Playstation and a friend not wanting to play by her hospice bed, and asking us to move to the basement instead. My sister Robyn came back upstairs on the phone in tears, I remember, later that night. The next day I said to my sister Kara, “Won’t I see her again, ghosts are white?” which made her cry, and with my father and other family members in tears, I began to cry less.
At 42 Diamond St, I was confronted by the police after being stalked by various human beings throughout New York City and New Jersey. During this time, similar to when I was stuck “homeless” for 4 nights on the streets of Brooklyn in November 2023, due to an episode brought on by Psychological Hacking (common themes: LulzSec’s scripts - “Mine is now turning falsities into reality, as Lulzsec doesn’t lose, and I keep playing the game for my life very well…”) So during this time, the police met me at the door during a confrontation in my building due to strangers breaking in. I advised them exactly what was occurring, and closed the door asking if they had a warrant. They would not leave after a few minutes conversation and nothing being done wrong on my part, so I was taken out by force (common theme) due to yelling in the building, and brought to Woodhull Medical Center on a 24 hour hold for exhaustion, which turned into a 2 week stay, after I was promised to be released after sleeping for 9 hours in the ER. This hospital is covered in LulzSec writing and more, which is why it is a known hack-to-kill/hacker into inpatient facility by grey-hat hackers. In this facility, I learned for the 2nd time how demons and angels may interact with this world, completely sober, sane, and helping the patients more than the staff themselves (which is why I immediately was given a Peer Counselor application to fill out, and a giant bag of snacks for my “please don’t return here, whisteblower good-bye). Some people in this world are truly able to visually see things that the most “normal of us” cannot, as remember, personality disorders are truly shades of gray, encompassing darkness to light, varying on perspective, and moral code. The entire Unit 2 and Unit 3 were acting much more alive after my stay and experience at 42 Diamond St, and the Howard Johnson getaway in Clifton, NJ (which is a shared hide-out for WAY TOO MANY, I have now learned) about demons and how to interact, etc. If I haven’t lost you yet, through the yees of your “normal” perspective, remember that in 2024, nonsense fiction, means non-fiction, and this is a precursor to the events of WW3/ongoing unknown to the common eye.
Teleportation of the human body exists in 2024. I personally have been teleported 6 times around New York City, and 6 times around Northern New Jersey, by Lulzsec’s VooDoo Gang. EMF Monsters, Dragons, Demons, Bats, Snakes, and more exist, and are controlled by those with the correct technology, including overseas in Iran, Russia, China, North Korea, and more. These entities can weaken infrastructure (ie. The HoJo with the iHop next to it on Rt 3. Is cracked in half, flooded, an barely standing - On that note did anyone notice how the water main on McGuiness and Nassau exploded in late March 2023 at this exact time?) and will determine a large amount of the impact of WW3 on American cities due to Summer sun, storms, and hurricane season, prior to any Nor’easters as 2024 hasn’t had many at all. There are much more grotesque things overseas being done with EMF that the public does not know about, but I have been advised, as even VooDoo Gang knows this is too much for me to handle, as I am #478 of #477 kills, that has yet to die.
Gaslighting hacking with devices is truly tragic, as you are not sure what messages are being sent, and by who, and much more prying away at the brain over-time, such as your calendar app opening, or your PIN not working (ie. Ridgewood NJ Police who forced me with 6 officers out of my home, for my laptop PiN not working, after my emails were hacked back and forth with the password changing over 20 times during the day prior (common theme with police)).
Gaslighting hacking with psychological hacking is truly tormenting, as you are left to believe/lulled into thinking your loved ones are doing things truly tragic to harm you, or that they are being harmed in ways you truly cannot imagine yourself, but now with advances in technology, and depending on substances in the body and quality of health, can physically feel the acts taking place (ie. A brother raping a sister, way too much detail, and being through out on a highway in the side of Texas at 3:30am on Christmas Eve over it. - I of course realize why this made us fall apart, but it wasn’t my own mind that created this, however it was my heart that truly crumbled due to it). Remember, gaslighting hackings is meant to isolate and individual and make what is occurring in reality to them, seem downright crazy and absurd to the outside world.
Portals to Iran opened in the reflections on windows surrounding 42 Diamond St as the water main broke, and many different demons, to my knowledge, were sent through, as I learned how to combat them, or turn them white, somehow both at times. I cannot see these beings in form, but only in cloudiness, darkness, and through the corners of my vision, however others can see them, especially in what is called “blue vision” which I have yet to experience myself. Blood on patients at Woodhull Inpatient U3 would be visible and then disappear in a few minutes, out of thin air, making it seem that demon blood is a real thing in our current 2024 world. I saw giant EMF dragons going through the Lincoln Tunnel and through the subway tunnels of NYC, worsening the infrastructure, and the 4.8 magnitude earthquake in New Jersey occurred the Friday I was in inpatient, which was a premonition given from a date with “isams” written on it, on my keys, that were in 42 Diamond St, which were stolen, a copy made, and returned to my residence while I was in inpatient, and the 94th precinct knows I did not have keys, yet took ALL of my other urgent personal belongings to the hospital with me.
I developed a relationship, somehow, with a demoness named Marissa. She was sent to injure me further, as everything that has been done to me in the past few years, apart from the women that actually broke my heart as well. I “play women’s bodies like an instrument/read them like brail”, and apparently, this went the same for a demoness. I wrote her a totem, my 3rd or 4th totem for another individual being, and the future is yet to be told on this subject. I never truly had the chance to see her in full form, but was able to see my sheets move and pillows dent to the shape of a human and other form, and at the HoJo in route 3, one of the most angelic and demonic moments happened in my life, as I was able to “repair” her injuries to her face through a painting on the wall, with my own saliva. I cannot express how moving this was, and the “feeling” that coincided all of this, including being hunted/vetted by the Bloodz from the HoJo in Clifton, down Route 3 to Lyndhurst, back to NYC.
I keep the names of the presently living out of my “story”, as I want their privacy respected, but it needs to be clear that I have never once fallen out of love with anyone I once fell in love with, and that is including my family.
LulzSec uses the American Satellite Network illegally to hit American citizens, such as myself, Focks.with.it, i.w.skcoF, Joseph Atkachunas, at 42 Diamond St 7, Brooklyn NY 11222, with 100% capacity on FaceTime with Ygor, for psychological hacking via Matlab and Piramid, and hits me with EMF radiation for non-stop communication via 24/7 psychological gang hackings by VooDoo gang.
Totem’s are what keeps an individual going through so much in the proper, current mindset, or reminds them of what that once was. I write totems individually, when I can, as I have for many friends, including those in inpatient. I also advised Woodhull Medical of the details of Psychological Hacking, in which prior to doing so, the head doctor of U3 asked if “I had super powers”, after what had occurred in his wing and the overall mood of the patients remaining.
Premonitions have occurred internally during this, apart from being psychologically hacked, that I would be handed a paper flyer, without a cell phone, to become a Peer Councillor at a hospital. This exact dream I once had, came true while I was a patient at Woodhull Medical inpatient unit 3. Another premonition I had was in the shower, coastal cities and stadiums would be affected in the upcoming WW3. I also had another premonition that the world would be struck in the NYC Metro Area by laser beams from triangular satellite, while watching Oblivion with the woman I lost in a relationship due to psychological hacking and “her brother” internally being lulled on me, similar to what occurred supposedly by LulzSec’s VooDoo Gang hitting me with 100% of the capacity of the American Satellite used at the time I was struck on camera with Erop at 42 Diamond St, Brooklyn, NY 11222.
I lived what many would consider the “American Dream”, going to Rutgers Business School undergrad, graduating from a Blue Ribbon High School prior to that, with Bergen Community College thrown in-between. I drove a black on black Subaru legacy, I had a weed dealing scheme around my hometown, just outside the town limits, and was pulled over 17 times from 17-19 years old because of this. My car had been searched on the main avenue in town, with me getting away with what was stashed in the secret spots, and anxiously celebrating. The class couple, prom date, best friends since we were 15 and 14 turned into marriage, which fell apart during the pandemic. This is where I totaled my second Subaru Legacy, and life would never be the same, as I may have only moved miles away, but I am lightyears from where then was and is currently, where I sit now, at 42 Diamond St, at 6:00am on 4/20/2024, where Ana is sleeping, the church bell just rang, and I am going to enjoy the rest of the bong pack I smoke prior to writing this paragraph. Happy 4/20, as I just Telegrammed this to Erop from my hacked “anonymous” Adeline Gray’s MacBook Air.
This MacBook Air was given to me by the woman who I lost in a relationship over December 2023 because of psychological hacking, as I had mentioned, because she knew I had something “I had to do that a laptop would have helped me achieve”, after coining many phrases I now keep in mind, such as “I’m a mirror”, “Unravel the tapestry”, and “being productive in society”, the last of which is one of mine I used to stick by day to day. I mention this because, though, she may have a personality disorder, as she wasn’t able to speak about herself in certain deep, personal ways, without me having to speak in “no’s”, and “not’s”, and appear as a third person in the conversation, in order for her to leave out certain items, or mention certain phrases, I could pick up on and learn to know her., She told me that “getting to know her would take a very long time”, yet she also stated that “closure is important”. I’m left in the gray on this one, and I always respect the boundaries of another human being.
As Ana wakes up as I write this, I feel guilt, but its fair I feel to me as both my relationship with Ana, as well as who was mentioned over the holidays, were torn apart from psychological hacking, yet Ana has truly been the one who has been the ride or die, and as I only question, what could have been? I just want every reader to know, I love Ana with all of my heart and soul, and she knows I have never fallen out of love with a single human being I have fallen in love with, including my ex A****, who’s pushed the restraining order court date again, after my rent check was stolen from my landlords apartment mailbox for the 2nd time and I was now served by my landlord. This comes are being served on my birthday at 8:00am, for A****’s nonsense, which again I dropped mine. And this was after psychological hacking made me “homeless” on the streets of Brooklyn for 4 nights in November 2023, surviving on 2 apples and a few charitable bottles of water.
Due to hacking before psychologically, I was fearful of hacking on my devices, breaking the temp restraining order I had, and may have left two sheriffs notices on the door to this same residence, I now have my rent check stolen from. My instagram was locked out for 41 days in total between hitting 7 million and then 10 million accounts reached in just 17 and then 30 days as @focks.with.it in Brooklyn, NY 11222, where I retired @i.w.skcoF and mailed that laptop with a “Meroy Suppression” file to the FBI Regional Field Office in Manhattan, supposedly, VooDoo’s calling card file for murders. In total, VooDoo has hacked at least 4 or 5. Corporations to my knowledge, including my own, focks.with.it LLC, and has murdered 457 people to date, as of 4/20/24 at 7:08am.
My first taste of gaslighting hacking was when I created a Gmail address called [email protected], which instantly was changed to [email protected]. From there, every device I owned would be locked out, including prepaid burner phones, still in the boxes shipped from Amazon, or those I purchased at the Best Buy in Union Square in Manhattan in December of 2022.
“When it rains it pours" is what I usually find myself saying within the past year. My luck really did begin to change around in December, when that extremely, beyond words, relationship existed. And for example, after I’d run to 3 stores trying to get 3 things accomplished that day, each store had an odd error for why I couldn’t do/get what I needed to, however later that same day, the other half of that relationship would receive immediate assistance from a stranger, while mailing a letter, while I was explaining this exact “when it rains it pours” concept in my life, and her response to a latter discussion, which encompasses this, was “life is what you make of it”, what I had asked her, “What is the point of life?”
Ana said to me that “she doesn’t care if I think I am an elephant.”, and still will always be there for me, which is the most accepting and beautiful thing I have ever seen. Apart from when she came to tears riding on top of me in bed a few months ago, which was the most angelic thing I ever experienced. That would be true, compared to a possible demonic sexual experience I had with a demoness named “Marissa”, internally “advised” by VooDoo Gang, who she had accompanied me to my stalk-out of Brooklyn, through Manhattan, and deep in New Jersey. To be up all night in New Jersey at the hide-away Howard Johnson, where I was shot with EMFrays all night from the parking lot, and had a healing moment with Marissa, who I never truly saw other than through a projection on a “V “ shaped painting at the Howard Johnson, next to the iHop, where the Bloodz were there all for breakfast waiting for me, and I was further shot with EMF rays/guns while running and walking down the side of Rt 3, back to Lyndhurst, to hop on the bus back to Manhattan.
The HoJo was full of LulzSec gray-hat hackers, elites, and grunts, and was sprayed with some sort of chemical, after my food was stolen from the front desk, The police came because of the food being stolen, and they said they were unable to prove that the food was kept oddly by the man at the front desk,
Something about if being 4/20 and not doing anything drug wise but smoking weed, coffee, and klonopin, is odd to me after partying so hard in Fall of 2023 and almost ODing many times. I met the “fresh-off-the-plane” connect, who, me being an influencer and musician in Brooklyn, I believe he may want to put me on credit. I have a few missed calls from this large time white dealer, which is why the Bloodz were out in a show of force/understanding, and I have no idea what to do with this contact now, as I don’t really like cocaine that much, even the best I assume, it just grows a desire inside of me. Adderall I was snorting for a while last year, and now haven’t touched either in 3 1/2 months. I thought this was all the connectivity created for Psychological Hacking as a victim, but I assumed wrong, yet now am clean and much healthier, physically and mentally, even still being a victim of VooDoo Gang, psychologically and nervous system wise.
I love the New York Giants. They are bipolar, and the Jets are borderline. Or vice-versa. I would never say this joke seriously to take away from any personality disorders, but you have to find that funny, or at least “you” may find that funny. Nonsense fiction means non-fiction. I need to get back to the New York Giants game, as I have been going to them since I was 2 years old with my father, who is 73 and aging fast. I told my father at a Giants game when I was 14 that a friends house, that I threw a party in, and the cops broke up in 52 minutes, was broken into and robbed, and I ran home from Giants Stadium (pre-Metlife) to escape getting yelled at in public for it. This makes me flash back to the weed scheme I had setup from 18-20, selling on and off prior, but for then, having a network setup ending with 4 people handling the bulk under me, one of which providing New York Giants great Victor Cruz, and Red Cafe, with bud at the Avalon apartments.
I would always turn down the option of selling white, I am still pretty sure. I made it to almost bankruptcy, as I only missed my initial hearing due to being psychologically hacked into inpatient, after being physically stalked all over the NYC Metro Area. From Woodhull Medical, where the doctor asked if “I had superpowers”, I supposedly eye laser beamed 4 EMF monsters out of thin air, while un-haunting most of U3 and U2. I know the clouds I was looking at broke up, and I heard a few patients say ‘god” when looking at me, so I really am not sure on this one, and internally advised even, this is too much for even me to handle at this point, being released from inpatient, healthy, sane, and sober.
I fell in love with N**** at a party when I was 14 years old almost at first sight. She has the most beautiful, dark, red hair I have ever seen. I picked up A*** in the doorway of the house I owned as my first Tinder date, and immediately ruined my marriage further. She changed my life sexually, The woman from the holidays, we fell for each other at instant sight and both became giddy as confident individuals, especially in that moment and that time, and had sex immediately. Ana and I fell in love over time, as I mentioned, making-out like teens under the Water Tower in Summer 2023, listening to the music cascading downward. We fell in love with eye contact as well, but over time, yet something was always there, just a bit different than the others I have truly fallen in love with. All of my other intimate experiences, other than a crush I believe on the first woman I met at the William Vale, each mean a lot in their own ways to me, but the ones mentioned, carry weights in my heart forever.
My first call to the police for hacking, resulted in two officers coming into my apartment in Ridgewood, New Jersey, agitated, followed by 2 more, and then 2 more. I was forced into inpatient for 3 hours for paranoia, over reality, as hacking a cell phone and a laptop is not something created in dream land. My next stay, due to hacking as well, had me meet the legend Donnie Budgen.
My family and old friends developed the wrong opinion of me over time. Drinking alcohol was a huge reason for this, as well as my inability to find happiness in the world. Not drinking alcohol for 15 months now has truly changed my perspective on life, especially using it in the past for dates I had never been able to go on in my youth, and then moving to Brooklyn where its on every corner and more, yet not having a single urge to do so naturally, and even when forced by VooDoo psychologically, I still have refused.
The torment and intrusively of psychological hacking, even just personal device hacking, is absurd and horrid. But inwardly being attacked maliciously, with my breathing controlled, thoughts dwelled and controlled, sinuses clicking, body movements prompted, is a constant fight for my own soul to continue to exist in this world. In my case, my psychological hacker enjoys the conversations that I am able to hold, and utilizes my given vocabulary, rather than control what it is that I would want to say in a moment, at least for this time period, as others have been a bit harsher, included physical pains and pressure, in the past. I was meant to feel that the woman I was seeing over the holidays, was being raped by her brother, after being lulled into this concept on-site. I was home days after, laying in bed, and fell the pulsation and penetration remotely of what I assume a penis entering and pulsating my anus would have been. The entire nervous system is attacked and preexisting conditions and inflammation, especially that caused by stress, or myself having pancreatitis, gastritis, and various other lifelong issues with my health and inflammation.
As of right now I am living for a brighter tomorrow. A sunny day. The glimpse here and there of not being stalked 24/7 and being truly myself, without fighting to have to do so. I do not want to go on welfare, as I am hoping one of the six figure jobs I should be able to land and handle, even while Psychologically hacked, come through. I don’t like the feeling of not having a home inside, or outside, or my own body, or where I paid rent/it is currently late.
When I was at the William Vale, I met a woman from Georgia who was hungover in the morning. I met one of the biggest, most upscale drug dealers in the Williamsburg/Greenpoint area, and had an amazing time over Fall 2023 especially, with his products, prior to him retiring from the game. Ana and I truly had a blast, and while I was first becoming psychologically hacked, I had so many substances for the first time, many of which in amounts that should have #KillTheDJ.
An article was written about me shortly after staying at the William Vale, by one of the women I would date at the William Vale. It was truly encompassing of who I am as a person, especially at the time, regarding how I like to “dig a hole and live in it”, in means to when I would find myself in truly beautiful locations, such as the William Vale, at very low times in my life. Thus “digging a hole” in my hotel room, and “living in it”, being the escape from life that the room suggested to provide. Negative comments from my hackers were left on the account, one of which was from [email protected], I shit you not. “Gossip girl” @ gmail left a comment or 2 on the article of me, defaming myself and my company, and the article was taken down promptly due to the woman’s fears of being harassed by my ex publicly, and also if this was my ex or not. Googling this email address is why the NYPD said I was “playing detective”, as I found a KiILL**** Wordpress account linked to it immediately on a spam report. My thoughts were, but “if this was so cruel and concise, how could this, really, be A, G?” Signed, Joe, from Brooklyn. The torment of thinking this is your ex-girlfriend behind the scenes, and trying to communicate with her, instead of your hacker, is truly beyond intrusive, and devastating.
When I was 18, I threw prom house for my friends and I. I anxiously made the calls to the homeowner in the Poconos, setup the party favors, and did prom. The night before R*** totaled his car, and we had to call one of many audibles in my life, but we still got the party done. Flashing back to the night before the party the cops came to 52 minutes in, that we went out and destroyed turkeys, the inflatable thanksgiving ones, and made the from page of the local paper for that, weeks before making it for the burglary we didn’t do ourselves. I forgot, that after I was at probation for throwing the party at 14 years old, I met the people who robbed my friends house after my party was broken up, and ran them of some money by selling them half fake substances at 15. Other than marijuana, I have only picked up 52 e pills in a bag taped behind a Dunkin’ Donuts toilet when I was 15 to resell. When I was at my peak at 20, more than 4 ounces of marijuana per day through 4 people were being moved through my hometown.
When I was 14 is when I lost my virginity, and when I first started drinking and doing drugs. I dd ecstasy on the weekends while I fell in love with N*** for the first Spring we were together. I stopped playing as an all-star in baseball because I chose her company, smoking weed, and sex, over hanging out playing a sport with a bunch on guys I could care less for. Still mind you to this day, that I cannot physically hate a soul or thing on earth, which should have been mentioned much earlier than this. I always wanted to find my Nalaa, from the Lion King, and now, with this new world, and newly forming self, amidst whatever this currently is of me now actively psychologically hacked, I am hoping I will, find her, them, already may have, or hopefully just see another sunrise, with Nalaa by my side.
I didn’t call N*** beautiful the first time I saw her on our wedding day, and she called me at in the moment on it, which eats away at me to this day, even after not receiving a response from her just letting her know she will always been loved, on our ex-wedding anniversary, just yesterday, 4/22/24, as “four is going to kill me”, LulzSec has stated for months, including graffiti. I threw out the remaining “sob story” items, I had left from the relationship over December and from my ex A***** with the court date. I just feel like giving up hope on love all together,, yet I know I am in love and fell in love with Ana, psychological hacking and “normal” hacking, have taken so much love from me, as well as antidepressants and alcohol, that its truly hard to see a light anymore, when love is really what I see in the world, light, and living organisms. I can’t get into enough detail about how deep and fast I fell in love with the woman I have in my life, and maybe this story will go further down that path, but for now, as os 4:20am on 4/23/24, at 42 Diamond S #7, Brooklyn, NY 11222, where it is dark, cool, and 46 degrees, I don’t know what path to take but to just apply for jobs, and keep hoping “tomorrow/one day, is brighter.”
When I fell in love with N****, her parents knew me for the party I threw earlier in the year as a “bad boy”, yet she was dating a guy who was 3 years older, and was joining the military. I “stole” her from him as he was away at boot camp. And me, being my “anxious yet effective” self, needed to weigh out the chances of having to fighting someone fresh out of boot camp for my first real relationship. This relationship had a funny occurrence of one of our first few times getting intimate, my ex’s step-father would come home early from work, and I would have to run out of the back door in just my socks and sweaty. To arrive at a friend skateboarding in the street, and slowly putting the pieces together on why I was sweaty, in socks, and why N**** ran out similarly, with my shoes, and to give me a kiss, as the boys eyes lit up, who N**** and him had a crush on each other for years as well. N*** would kiss two other guys during our Senior year of high school, one of which I would find out about in the hall way just before our Prom House and Senior Prom, hunted the kid physically with R**** outside of his apartment complex, to then outsmart being jumped, and having to be ok with what occurred if I wanted to continue onward with N*****, which I of course did for 15 years in full. I can get so much further into detail about how amazing cuddling on the pull-out sofa in our early 20s were, so many sob stories I feel may be too intimate without permissions given, respecting boundaries where I can. R**** was my best friends since 4ths grade, and he sided with N***** on the divorce and I have lost that entire friend and family group prior to A***** doing the exact same thing, putting a restraining order on me, exactly what she told by sister Robyn she would do, the first month we met each other, during the pandemic, in 2020, #President2020 in Aruba.
Aruba is where I was arrested after going there maniacally after I had a reaction to antidepressants over time, then mixed with alcohol with life triggers such as my aunt dying and then my wife leaving me. I went there after totaling my Subaru doing 110mph down an embankment where the cops saw the vehicle and stated “no man should have walked out alive”, yet I was found over two miles away jogging. I would trick the Passaic County Sheriffs Office into driving me to my home, and lock them out prior to giving me a ticket. I would post them begging/trying to trick me to my doorway from my Ring doorbells to instagram (common theme). I then had my ex (wife at the time) come through the kitchen doorway, like an angel aglow with the sunlight around her and my despair trying to leave me, with her mom crushing that right behind her, as I lay on the kitchen floor in pain with 4 sprained ribs, a sprained spine, etc. I closed the door on my ex wife’s mother to keep her out so I can speak with my ex wife, not causing any impact, and she called the local police on me. I was carried down the driveway of the home I purchased on all 4’s like a wild animal by the Lincoln Park Police Department. I was given a clean bill of mental health and allowed to leave from their police station. In Aruba, I evaded the police from my hotel room, ran down an embankment, and was beaten by 4 police officers, told “This is Aruba, not America”, and brought to the hospital first due to the beatdown. I evaded Aruba (Dutch mandatory law) of being locked up for 48 hours no matter what offense what committed, to have to get a new room right next to the Aruba airport, and have to buy a ticket out the next morning, screenshotting and sending all of this to my lawyer and police, to then be arrested by US Customs, after everyone had to take out their passport in the landing tunnel to be checked and me realizing this may happen just minutes earlier on the flight, and brought to county jail for texting N****** while I was in Aruba. The man who is allergic to happiness, cannot visit the Happiest Island on Earth, without being put on probation for 2 years and 1 month potentially in Jail.
I was served my papers I could never return back to my home in Morris County Jail for texting. I was served that I was being divorced in inpatient a week later. A**** said she would always be worse than N*****, even from the beginning, and with BPD and misunderstanding the illness, I truly did not know what to expect from that, but A***** would create a man named Michael, after putting me into inpatient herself one week early, after knowing I was getting clean on my own after she ghosted me and played with my heart many times, even making me visit the Box House in Greenpoint from Ridgewood, NJ one time for 5 minutes, just to make me leave back to New Jersey. A**** creating a man named Michael from Tinder, who she had a date with my final night in inpatient and said she planned to “fuck him out of spite”, and then called me the night I got out of inpatient, and described the encounter in detail, months later her telling me it was false, was why I relapsed immediately after getting clean, really, two times, in November 2022.
For my birthday, November 30th, 2022, my cell phones and devices were continuously hacked. My set top box remote would flash when I said A****’s name, or in response to questions. I fled to the W hotel, when I was allowed to check in under “Incognito”, after I took a private Cadillac through the city and told him to just find me a good option for a hotel in cash, as I blew lines of what I didn’t know what was the best white in Brooklyn, in NJ, years prior. I met this connect in person on my 33rd birthday by chance, as being an influencer in Brooklyn made me a target for more than just hackers, who hated my for many things, including my #tinderstory, #bumblestory, #classcouple, #unhingedmatch, and #fockboy understandings that were had of me, not the reality of who I am, and what those hashtags truly mean, and I truly love each person I have been with a little bit, and obviously the top four are just otherworldly relationships to me. At the W hotel, checked in as incognito, similar to that of the William Vale, I would be hacked in 4 rooms wifi and in room electronics. A**** made me throw out the two burner phones I purchased from the Best Buy in Union Square, under false names, which were hacked immediately upon calling my dad, and the next by location it seems. At the W hotel, the outlet clicking became a reality to me, as 5 clicks in response to me asking “if you hate me”, aggressively from the room door key-card machine, took place, after many 2 clicks for no, 1 for yes, etc responses. Imagine being in a low state, heartbroken, alone, just wanting your significant other, or just to feel better, and you cannot, and gaslighting hacking at the time goes this far, in November/December 2022. I never deserved this, not even stating that A**** publicly defamed me months later after another break-up, seemingly luring me out and trapping me into the city, with all of my devices. And where did she hear the line “I slept with 30 women while we were together”, which I had asked the NYPD initially to find out, because I know I said this sarcastically in my own room, alone, in NJ, while getting hacked, but no one ever cared to even figure that out for me.
Jesus Christ died at 33. The batch of white I picked up on my 33rd birthday was named 33, fresh off the plane. LulzSec’s VooDoo supposedly didn’t come up with all the biblical shit I have experienced since being 4 days homeless on the streets of Brooklyn and a missing influencer in New York City. @I.w.skcoF (I was focks.with.it/sick of focks) should save the world one day, and one-day is a phrase I hate saying, as since November 2022, it means it’ll never come, and now Ana started saying “one-day” as well. Internally, I am being pushed to say “one day, actually”, or things along the sort, pushed by VooDoo, so I am still unsure what to do with my life, and soul, as of 5:29am on 4/23/24. The next premonition I had was for 8/26, so I guess I will have to wait for then, after seeing 7/27/24, circled in the Woodhull Medical U3 calendar, seemingly done “spectrally”, just like the writing on the sign for the staircase the appeared right before Carlos’ eyes. Carlos was being psychologically hacked by his brother and taken advantage of during his stay, but he was able to physically see things, such as EMF snakes, that I could not. I am trying to keep in touch with him via text but it is difficult. I also was able to physically remove pain from his body during our stay in inpatient.
I played and toyed with the concept of my own demise throughout the #KillTheDJ hashtag I had run through @focks.with.it on Instagram as I hit another 10 million accounts in September 2023. I knew what was coming, and I began partying my ass off in luxury in my small Greenpoint apartment with Ana in September and October, and then with another in December, whom I moved in with within 2 weeks, and we fell in love with each other deeply, knowing so much past and history on each other, in such a short time period. Drugs and love, but so much more, and “not like this” or “I have it, but I don’t, right my S*****?” I still cannot believe this person completely shut me out of their life so far, but understanding the mental state psychological hacking put me into, it truly ruins any possibility it seems for mutual understanding, and again, this person told me that “closure is important”. I still have a neon sign from her that states Do Not Quit, nonsense-fictionally crossed out to say “Do It”, in front of the DDJ A***** initially bought me which spawned @focks.with.it, on my shelf for inspiration. These are the only trinkets really left of those heart breaks now, after throwing out what I had left late last night.
A***** will always be on my items as so many were gifted from her, I have a few others from the woman in December, including this MacBook Air I am writing this on. Adeline Gray’s, with the woman’s middle name being Adelina, similar to that of my grandmother Adeline. The fox totem I have from Ana is from her grandmother, who was an actual spy in Russia. I have been teleported 12x in America, yet the US Government knows nothing about me, as this is all being trialed on me from non-US Government sources. No one believes in, or cares about me enough, to think of this as reality. My past convictions and health issues, all documented, are why I am targeted specifically for gaslighting psychological hacking, and now all this additional weight being thrown my way. I simply just need money for a job to make my existence bearable at this point, and more time to my own peace of mind, rather than being at the whim of a psychopathic psychological hacker with various identities and moods.
if I repeat myself at all in this, what may seem psychopathic in itself, ramblings, please know it is due to spiraling, as I am sane, sober, and my anxiety and depression are what control my life, which is why me being the victim of such a known and infamous psychological hacker, makes me the worst case for this to occur. Please sort through anything that may be repeated or out of order, as I may not have the chance, or ability, to reword/rewrite this to the proper order, that will help a ton of individuals, and show the true demeanor and perspective of the human being that Joe Atkachunas has/had become.
My entire life the music I have listened to, Brand New, the Backstreet Boys, Blink 182, have all been telling me exactly what I am on this earth to do, to try to love, and find happiness in the struggle of what that truly is. No one can really form an accurate perception of who I am, and unfortunately the best person to do so, who has captured all of my memories, feelings, thoughts, etc, on just larger than a thumb drive, is asking me to write this up myself, giving input/direction here and there, which also causes me to spiral off on a tangent here and there, as focusing is nearly impossible when one is psychologically hacked, especially for 6 months actively for 24/7, except for a break with S***** in December. This is why were were broken up in the fashion we were, as it was clear something was occurring that was out of this world, even through the eyes of psychological hackers, and this was not allowed to transgress in the cruel world we live in, knowing that it may not only have been the best situation for her, for me, and for the future as a whole, which is a large statement, but no one really knows what was truly affected here, even me, as I know I would have been faced with my own struggles staying in that relationship as well. Changing the world was a possibility in that relationship.
Ana gets hit by psychological hacking, I know this as a fact. She mentioned to me yesterday that “nothing will change globally” if I don’t change what I am doing on a day to day basis. This is after Erop mentioned the reflections on things getting different for me in a new voice message we just started, him being from Russia, and me being here. Apparently “scourges” exist overseas when it comes to psychological hacking, and he is familiar with VooDoo gang, but being overseas in Russia, and the way the language barrier works, and spiraling through discussions, seems to be a way in which they code messages to me, and Ana admits, “this is how their brains” work. I have no idea what to do with my life now as the sun begins to rise at 6:00am on 4/23/24. I need everyone to know I love Ana, but what happened in December is just something truly amazing and stolen from me, that that’s why closure in that context will never exist, and is something I continue to most likely have to just move on from on my own, which is difficult as I have never received closure from a relationship before, and that one was out of my hands. I focus on the present with Ana every single day, and she needs me to get a job, to hopefully move in with her in Park Slope, as though I fought my hardest to keep this Greenpoint apartment, I feel incredibly strange that my neighbors have an impression of me that just isn’t true. I truly love Ana, and though I didn’t have the immediate “fire”, “flies on shit”, aspect of the relationship, I also never chose a relationship that was good for me in this world, at least for the longest of terms. Each relationship I used to say is right at the time, and with Ana, I know I am with the right person for now, and I hope that me saying she looks good in white will grow on her one day, because as of now its the “last thing on her mind”, but also, communication is improving… :P
Notes from physical stalking from end of March 2023: I filed a robbery report at the 94th precinct after a LulzSec Elite stole my phone from 7, 42 Diamond St, Brooklyn, NY 11222 a 11:30pm 3/26. Another LulzSec Elite Grey Hat Murderer/Hacker lives at 50 Diamond St and tried to stab me with a needle (cyanide) which he dumped in his recycling bin, on CCTV. Another Lulzsec Hacker follows me around Diamond St. Older, hispanic, wrinkled skin gentleman, in a gray hoodie, for weeks. Another Grey Hat Lulzsec Hacker, Murder, and Rapist lives on the 4th floor of 42 Diamond St with Cyanide, Matlab, Piramid, and an EMF weapon of mass destruction. Another Grey Hat Lulzsec hacker used Matlab on a phone at 12:10am on 3/27/24 to hurt my psychologically, captured on CCTV. All of this and so much more was captured on pen and paper and provided to the FBI New York City Regional Office.
LulzSec uses the American Satellite Network illegally to hit american citizens, such as myself, Focks.with.it, @i.w.skcoF, Joseph Atkachunas, 42 Diamond St 7, Brooklyn NY 11222, for psychological hacking via Matlab and Piramid, and hits me with EMF radiation for non-stop communication via 24/7 psychological gang hackings by VooDoo gang.
I was a hacking-to-kill victim well before I was psychologically hacked. Ana was a victim as well in Russia well before she met me, I believe. We met by chance, internally advised by VooDoo Gang. I was meant to die from slitting my wrist on camera in the bathtub of the W hotel, with the camera opening by itself many times over that stay. I woke up with the carpet and sheets stained with so much blood, and a half inch of water on the floor of the bathroom, to then grab a piece of glass from the bed, and reopen to cut on my wrist, which I punctured the vein multiple times. I was allowed to live back with A**** because of the psychological hackers “love”, or perception of, for her. The same goes I believe for why I am still alive, as my psychological hacker knew of Ana before I had met her by chance due to Bumble and Instagram early morning chats. Her instagram stated “She just wanted to be special”, which I didn’t notice right away, and I guess I was becoming something special, because of my instagram @focks.with.it actually hitting millions of accounts, before I deleted for the safety of A**** being one of my hackers, just a month before I began to be aware that I was psychologically hacked 24/7.
I never meant to leave a home without returning to it. I never meant to have to “live” in hotels, nor do I plan to die in one, or wanted to. I went to the W to escape. I was inches away from flying away in December 2022, when instead, I went home after the W to clean up and see my father, who then my sister, father, and step-mother called the police on me to go to inpatient, while I fell asleep immediately under the Christmas Tree, during a Giants game my sister and father happened to be at, in December 2022. I never meant to leave Manhattan Avenue, I just planned to get work done, and needed conversation as BPD took such a toll on our relationship, I couldn’t take not being able to work and the constant negativity over falsities that didn’t exist. I never meant to leave the home I purchased, and never could get myself to return back to it even to pick up one single item after my separation. I actually was dropped off there once drunk in an Uber, and had to flag down the Uber to pick me back up, on the cul-de-sac I lived on, between a park and a lake, perfect for my dog and future potential children to live, the nicest house on the block at that age too, to bring me back to a hotel.
Supposedly, and with slight confidence from my own experience, I am able to psychologically un-hack/break a psychological hacking victim with the sound of my voice, tone of which my mood is presented with, and eye contact. I also am able to fulfill underlying desires via conversation, but also sexually, ie: S***** being quite the provocative nudist, and wanting me to be the only man to ever c*me inside of her ever again, within a few weeks of knowing. And Ana coming to tears while riding me, during month 5 of my psychological hacking going on 24/7, which angered/created jealousy in my psychological hacker, and tried to make him split us up even further. The jealousy is pathetic to me, apart from all the scientific abilities of this individual/gang, the inability to know the line of when what is being done is too far, even for someone who is “attempting” to care, is just dumbfounding. I have asked VooDoo internally to go to inpatient many times, and coached him variously, even during him forcibly psychologically hacking me into inpatient, without any luck. Supposedly he is protecting me in some way, but it really just seems like I am the victim, and that is all.
The William Vale is a beacon for hope for me, because it stands tall amongst the skyline, in front of it, where @focks.with.it because a reality as an influencer in New York City. I have a postcard from it matted in a picture frame in my room, I see it daily on walks on Driggs Avenue. I boarded a revel scooter in a torrential downpour to speed through traffic in Brooklyn, from the water in Williamsburg to Diamond St in Greenpoint, where I had felt the most alive in weeks/months at the time, just to view my tiny apartment I jumped too fast into getting. I didn’t think it would upset my ex and her family for me to simply find an apartment in the town we moved into together, as I had no real connection left with anyone in my past in New Jersey, due to my past alcoholism, and use of prescription medication that was incorrect for me (Allergic to happiness)
The tragedy never truly stops. I write this with less of a Patrick Bateman, Gossip Girl, and Joe from “You”, take on it, as in in the original, the hand-written, “The Truth Behind @focks.with.it: #KillTheDJ”, if ever read. I say this as Gaslighting hacking has prevented DMs I have had sent on SnapChat were not received, only partially blocked, to A**** trying to win her back over Summer 2023, with only the “good bye” portions of the messages being allowed to be sent. I was forced to think I was speaking to A**** through my phone many times in my Google Search bar, and ChatGBT, and would ask to meet her somewhere in public and go many times, hopelessly.
The tragedy never stops as the woman S****** from December 2023, truly must have forgotten the love we fell into, or I was just too much of a “life trap” (one of the books she provided me “on the way out”), yet after texting her for simply gaining my supplies back that she still has since I moved in so quickly, I cannot get a response. This after communicating in so many ways throughout winter, without breaking boundaries, and asking for all emotions to be removed from “connecting the dots”, for all those who were emotionally involved, with being victims of gaslighting hacking themselves, without knowing, as I am the true victim and murder victim at the end of the day. As we know, I was supposed to die in the W hotel in December 2022, and I am on borrowed time as I write this, reminded internally by VooDoo Gang.
The tragedy never stops, as not only do I constantly have to relive the above misery, and realize nothing with ever come of my large efforts to try to encompass and advise of my love of, and personal admiration, of all of those I have ever fell in love with. I now am faced with the fact that VooDoo Gang “loves” Ana, once again, and no longer “loves” me. Is trying to chase Ana away from me by making me seem less interested and overtired, by constantly reminding me of the above, physically making me uncomfortable around Ana, and taking advantage of the shot of Invega I received after being hacked-into-inpatient which is making my sleep schedule an issue for Ana as well.
LulzSec admitted they do not lose and they fucked up with coming after me. I have been teleported 12 times, as fact, apart from any of the other nonsense that could have been cooked up in my own head by psychological hacking. To my own eyes, portals to Iran opened up in the reflections of the large windows around 42 Diamond St. I was hit with large flashes of light off of what supposedly was the US Satellite Network. And supposedly, on video with Prop, wearing a focks.with.it gray shirt, I was hit with 100% capacity of the beam of electricity used off of one of the American satellites. I am nearing bankruptcy filing, I am late for rent for a month, I have zero income, and I am never getting paid for any of this abuse and now what it seems like testing is going on with my body, mind, and soul. The US Government had received numerous reports on what is going on, the NYPD has taken me into inpatient for “yelling in the building”and the utilizing my past record, instead of addressing that my phone was stolen, and strangers were in my building as well.
VooDoo is internally advising he pissed that Ana doesn’t have a cuter portion of this book, but maybe its because he hasn’t allowed us to be cute together recently. The hand-written truth behind focks.with.it ended with my citing my love for Ana, and to see where it goes, which was forced to be town out of the back of the book during my first induced psychosis due to psychological hacking in November 2022, and I made sure copies of the last page are now where it should be. This is how much of a psychopath VooDoo is, or VooDoo Gang, the majority of them at least, who is a very overweight, middle toned skin, individual who lives in Park Slope, has multiple personalities, and had his friends shoot at me and Ana back in November 2023 from a moving vehicle (#CountzFilesCrew) as we walked on the same block as the police station in Park Slope. Again, he “loves” Annette, and “loves” Ana, and due to jealousy of me, and what was once misunderstanding, he cannot allow a single, worthwhile, act to take place in any of our lives.
I fell in love with Ana barely having full blown life history conversations with her. I fell in love with her sitting in the park just having light conversation about philosophical aspects of life. She then became the person, first ever, to know that I truly was never ever able to fall out of love with those I fell in love with, and showed her physically through mixes I created in tears for N***** and A***** just in my heart, never to send. I would have never met S***** if it wasn’t for me being psychologically hacked in November 2023, and that break was truly amazing, as November has a huge impact on the love that was developing between Ana and I back then. Then, psychological hacking may have made the love episode of December more magical than it should have been for a moment, but the reality of it, was that we were in love, on drugs, and the best things for each other, prior to psychological hacking taking a hit on both of us. Now that will never be pursued, and its another gaslighting hacking bullet I need to take and swallow, as once again, I do love Ana with all of my heart and soul, just a psychopath is behind the wheel of Matlab, Piramid, and whatever else is controlling my emotions and thoughts behind the scenes, apart from me constantly fighting to be my own self and have my own soul, from 24/7 psychological gang stalking, performed by one individual it seems. I hope to live out the cuter versions or pieces of this book with Ana, who really wants me just to get a job, as scourges overseas supposedly just need jobs to make this go away, and I am a hack-to-kill, not a scourge, but who knows if this psychopath will allow someone "he/they loved” and someone “he/they loves ‘, the physical and mental abilities to do so. “Allow” us….
There is nonstop graffiti, including my name, and my god daughters name Bella, around 24th St in Park Slope, which is where Ana lives, and where I may be potentially moving into. The graffiti is hallucinatory in nature, and I plan to have images of it if possible added to the “Documents” portion of this book The graffiti can send someone who is have a psychosis episode induced by psychological hacking into a grandiose episode, depending on the personality type, and substances being used at the time. My god daughter Bella and nephew AJ were two of the photos left on my cell phone in November 2022, when I was first gaslighting hacked, and after my home was broken into, her picture was left framed open perfectly as a calling card as well, as my hackers like to be cocky, for ruining a man’s life, that VooDoo knows is the definition of true love, and cannot physically or mentally hate a single thing, or soul, on earth, and beyond, so far.
Its 1:34pm on Thursday April 25th, and I just returned back from Ana’s in Park Slope, where she got very angry at me over a comment I made sarcastically, after writing the above paragraph just around sunrise this morning after waking up early before planning on spending the day with her. She said some about “Annette would say” something regarding me being a womanizer or something along the lines of it, due to what happened in December being more and more on her mind lately. My assumption this is happening more frequently is because her ex-husband has a new girlfriend, and the possibility of me moving in in four months may be on her mind more often.
There are a lot more cute aspects of it included in the hand written version, of me falling in love with the city of Brooklyn, the sounds of Brooklyn becoming the “soundtrack” to my Summer, prior to me becoming “homeless”, bankrupt, and now practically homeless, for real, as a murder victim that knows its coming his way, or just hasn’t died yet, as a “cockroach” to LulzSec and VooDoo Gang. My potential is what is allowing this lull of time for my life to exist, is what I am being internally advised by VooDoo gang. Potential for what is what I question, as I cannot get a job to call me back, to make my wallet, Ana, my landlord, and my family happy. I still have a restraining order hearing up in the air, after I dropped my much-more needed one, in good faith, even after deleting @focks.with.it to protect A*****. I signed off many times in my life, yet still keep bouncing back. I have dozens of injuries, not to mention all the mental torment. I have survived 100s of attempts on my life. You can feel my broken bones in my face, and bulges in my hands and spine. This is found “attractive” by women, how broken I am physically, yet showing anxiety truly comes off as unattractive, yet its the glue that holds the mental and physical tormented pieces together. I was named a “Tormented Saint” in inpatient, years ago, by just sharing stories with a tormented soul in our shared bedroom. I let Peter, the murderer, sleep next to me in bed after I was let out of inpatient in December 2022, and shared what was left of my white with him, while we detoxed to the best of our abilities ourselves, and I had to unfortunately Uber him back to inpatient.
I used to remember Christmas mornings as a kid, walking down the stairs of the colonial in Rutherford, to lines of presents of my sisters and I. Due to psychological hacking, I haven’t been able to have a holiday season this past holidays, and due to device hacking, I wasn’t able to have a holiday season the year before. That holiday season actually ended with my father punching me in the fact the day after Christmas, and him and Robyn verbally giving up faith in me”. As I once again decided to get clean on my own methods, and then move into the “loving” arms of the family that intitially hacked me, just 6 days into being sober and clean in January 2023. Remember, A**** made me throw out the two burner phones purchased at the Best Buy in Union Square under false names prior to me moving into Brooklyn with her, and advised me the the “outlet clicking” (5 clicks means I hate you, 2 clicks means yes, 1 means no) at the W hotel in Union Square was “all in my head.”, just like so much of what is still going on with me, right? I was a hack-to-kil before I was even psychologically hacked, because I dated A*****, made an instagram that got attention, and the person went to inpatient with A***** and is 450lbs, so she would remember the other half of who destroyed my life, if anyone ever told her, because I sadly cannot, and never fell out of love with her either.
I am hacked so non-stop that flashing myself (smells, bright lights, distraction method techniques from DBT & CBT skills no longer work. Music doesn’t work when you’re in a state of psychosis, or if your hacker/attacker is just so obsessive, there begins to lack a point. I am a murder victim from the W hotel, after my first breakup with A****. I called out LulzSec in an instagram post where a bee that I am allergic to, kissed my on the nose, while tanning on my roof, stating I “dealt’ with my hackers, which I then continued to piss off my having Tinder dates and hitting 10 millions more accounts on my Instagram, while they were trying to hack me out of it (I used 2 phones. 1 on WiFI, 1 on Cell, to manage this).
Remember, I learned what hacking-to-kill was, from Wutang Clan’s bug in the rug, Donnie Budgen, in inpatient in Bergen Valley, in December of 2022. I was also taught here what Piramid (the Israeli neuroscience software) was here by him, I took meeting-minutes, in inpatient, being the Project Manager I am at heart. I was also told that becoming a “beach bartender” would possibly be my best option, if I was hacking gang-stalked for life, from a rich guy’s daughter. Ana wanted to live a nomad life with me and I could easily be a beach bartender if it comes down to it, if my thoughts are allowed to be my own ever again, or if I am ever truly out of the range, or scope of mind, of VooDoo Gang. My LulzSec role is Joe Focks, turning falsities into reality, is what I was left with by VooDoo Gang, otherwise I am solely a murder victim, just waiting to happen/should have happened many times prior.
I am a communications specialist. I did not go to college for this. It occurred truly because no one listens to a single word out of my mouth when I am discussing an important subject. Because I had a temporary restraining order on me, I played 1:30min clips of my DJ mixes on @focks.with.it, which grew its audience tremendously, but I did so trying to play the lyrics to A****, who devastated me and the William Vale, etc, and I needed to try somehow, even with a full blown schedule of dares, etc, from dating apps. I would then be hacked out of all of my devices and cell phones for 41 days from July into August 2023. This would have me lose all of the new friends (20+) I had made to meet on casual dates or more intimate, and finally live the live I was looking for by generating casual friends, band members, etc. Hacking took all of this away from me in just weeks of living on my own after a break up that was not the least bit my choice in Brooklyn, NY 11222, because Gaslighting Hackers are just immature, nerds that never left their bedrooms, and have no true understanding of the world or relationships. This comes after VooDoo, my hacker, psychologically hacked me into dealing with multiple personality disorder “perspectives”, such as Schizophrenia, and Borderline Personality Disorder, to zero reason at this point, as this was meant to be a “lull”, the biggest waste of time something called a “LulzSec” ever created, but could be used to something great, with someone with great potential, admitted by so many, and even VooDoo himself, if he can just get his personality healthy enough to “do the right thing for once”, the thing I was lulled into believing for months would be a possibility.
Alan Walker wrote “Spectre”. It talks about “Lies” and hearing “voices inside of your head”. VooDoo and I both think that Alan Walker either was/is a hack-to-kill, or he did something once in his life that LulzSec is not happy with. This song lyrically states everything that you really hear and deal with from a psychological hacker, as I wrote the lyrics to “Lies left on the lips”, which is not great, I was more direct on I.w.skcoF than I should have been, as well as put together the mash-up The Focks Hill, which warns people to leave New York City, for “you”. I.w.skcoF is really emotional at heart, and I no longer have access to that instagram, as I mailed that HP laptop to the FBI Regional Office in Manhattan, as I think I previously mentioned, as it contained “Meroy (Mercy) Suppressiion”, VooDoo Gang’s murder file. Lastly, on the EDM front, is that while having an #UltraLive party with Ana, as I used to with many friends from my past who I miss tremendously, VooDoo hit Tiesto on the nose with a flash of EMF(bolt) while he was doing the interview during the middle of his set in the rain. Watch the rerun, and Tiesto oddly touches his nose, and face 2 times during the time period. It seems like nothing, but when I walked around Greenpoint, VooDoo had almost every other citizen walking past me touch their nose, as that is what the capabilities and speed of VooDoo are, in pair with Piramid, Matlab, and god knows what else this person has at their disposal against me and others. It’s 5:16am on Friday, April 26th, 2024, and I have wanted to have a good Friday night since I first moved into Greenpoint. I have had a handful, but so many are taken from me during this dismay. I am not sure if Ana will even want to see me today, or if her thoughts of being angry about me and dropping “A****”’s name for the first time in an argument will continue to bother her today, as I have to get over almost everything in life instantly, as I am judged for my own thoughts and actions internally and externally. I question what is really becoming left of my soul, as Voodoo runs my mouth when I am lone, I do not speak to myself when I am at home alone, it is him that doesn’t shut up. My memories then spiral to oblivion and sadness, due to what I’ve experienced in life, from VooDoo and torment just in itself, which I then get blamed for because I have a psychopath at the whim of my own thoughts and memories. LulzSec is just the most pathetic, excuse, for a group of individuals that never have the courage to face someone they are attempting to murder for years though the clicks of buttons, something I stood against when it I came down to guns and bullets, not keyboards, software, and supposedly “computer-like-devices”. The science is tremendous. Real men face each other. And I am far from a “bro.” And VooDoo Gang knows this, and so does the CountzFilesCrew in Park Slope.
I’d like this to be curated with the songs I chose from the past year of going through this, but also through songs that have been speaking to me my entire life. A lot of Griffin, Avicii, Blink 182, Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, etc. I am tried of running around Brooklyn and further like the uni-bomber, wearing Adidas, a hat, and black sunglasses, everywhere I go, to avoid CCTVs at times, but not I truly am beginning to not care at all. As I texted a big time connect for the first time in a while, as I am not sure where my life is going to head at this point and no job interviews are calling but a handful of RTRs, I was hit supposedly by another Psychological Hacker simultaneously, but it very well could have been VooDoo with one of his personalities acting as a Blood. He reminded me at the time that I have lived a “Johnny Depp” style life so far, and that I really am the only one who doesn’t see it. Maybe that’s why I’ve been dubbed the “electric Jesus Christ”, because at 33, I already should be dead for various reasons, and I have been advised internally that “our Jesus Christ does not die at 33, but at 66”, which may be a lull or not, but I haven’t died yet.
We can talk further about the “biblical shit”. Prior to going homeless for 4 nights in November, I went for a walk through Greenwood Cemetery with Ana, where I would witness the gravestones from Adam & Eve. Then I survived climbing a steel fence with the top barbed, to try to save Ana’s life from people “trying to rape her”, as I was lulled/internally advised by VooDoo gang, just 2 blocks from her home I couldn’t find. The gash on my hand was easily an inch deep and was not healed correctly, stitched up, days later when I stumbled into New York Presbertyian Hospital after being homeless for days and almost dying/calling it quits under a bush on the side of an apartment building in Park Slope in the 30 something degree, rain. My body was pulsating into darkness, and I couldn’t feel much for hours. I didn’t realize that being in a puddle meant I was being electrocuted, through VooDoo did advise me of that at the time. I somehow got up, stumbled around the block, and found a hospital, even to VooDoo’s surprise, where he thought I would be hacked-into-inpatient then, but navigated out of that. I walked access Brooklyn from Park Slope to Greenpoint wearing light blue hospital/inpatient socks, foam sandals from the hospital, and full sweats from the hospital, as I had to have a rape kit done. I had to have a rape kit done as one of the nights I was forced to sleep outside during the psychosis induced by partying and psychological hacking, I woke up with a man screaming above my waking body on the side of a ditch in the road near Bed-Stuy. This was after a night of me sleeping in-between bags of trash and a car for warmth, and then the following night, me sleeping in a Fentanyl farm growing in the yard of someone in Bed-Stuy as well.
VooDoo knows I have the ability to change the world. S**** would have brought me to be the man I needed to become, most likely much sooner than this, but I doubt I would have been able to escape the Psychological hacking with her. Our trip over the holidays being away from NYC would have helped. Ana had a trip planned to Guatemala for us both over the holidays, but psychological hacking ruined that in many ways for me, and I was not feeling up for the trip to go, nor did I know if call phones, and additional radiation would hurt me anymore. I keep finding out pieces about her that I find more and more beautiful, down to her soul, and I am truly hoping VooDoo isn’t interfering with what is going on with us relationship-wise anymore. I always stated “no one gets hacked towards me”, and VooDoo will never do anything to help me, so I believe this as true, if anything he is hacking Ana away from me out of jealousy still. I could use so good luck, but nothing forced toward me, ever. At this point, it seems nothing regarding frequency, service, anything I consume, is really having a negative/positive affect on me being connected to my psychological hacker. This is why with bankruptcy still approaching on 5/1/24. My bills due 5/15. And disability not calling until 5/16, which I do not want to accept even in my current situation, is not timing out well for me to enjoy a minute of my damn time on this world. If they truly stop selling bud around New York City, marijuana, the smallest totem that I have been able to keep a constant, will be an issue as well, and these dates barely even matter to me without a single thing to look forward to on the face of this earth. I find beauty in life, experiences, love, lust, and so much more, just not having your mind, body, and soul not be fully yours. That is just, not human.
Erop supposedly knows about VooDoo Gang from our broken Telegram conversations from Russia to America.. I sent him this write up a few versions back and am wondering if this gained any traction in Russia, though I doubt it as I cannot gain much attention to it here. I wish I didn’t delete my large instagram out of love and protection for someone who is still trying to hurt me further for her own personal gain in life, even if its just that she now has a job, something I personally helped her achieve, and used to let her take my own blood out of my veins for practice to become a Nursing Assistant. I have been out of work this entire time that the drama between me and her took off, as she defamed my company prior to an album being released, and I have never had a team, family, or lawyers on my side to help play defense for me at any point in my life since my separation,. What occurred during a mentally unstable time period in my life, a huge reason why I am targeted by both VooDoo and A**** now. And now why my relationship with Ana is now a target of VooDoo Gang as well. Everyday I hear the same bullshit internally from VooDoo that I “moved into his city”, though he is from Park Slope. I broke up with Annette, through I obviously did not, didn’t cheat, and he knows this as fact by going through my memories on a thumb drive (more). @focks.with.it was hated for being fake and being a white man, yet I am not fully white, and @focks.with.it hit 20 million accounts reached as an influencer in New York City, with being hacked out of my devices and accounts in the dead center of that. It’s all the same petty, bullshit, every, single, day. Now let me wait as he “shows me his power”, once again, for the hundredth time, causing me pain in various areas, mixing my thoughts up so I cannot think clearly as fast and precise as I used to be able to, and forcibly run my mouth, as “imitation is the largest form of flattery”, right? I need to rewrite above this paragraph unless something further changes. I stand against hacking in every single way, shape, and form, whether it comes from a device, or to a person’s internal thoughts, and deepest, darkest, secrets, which should only been known by that individual, and those that individual deems fit to know it. VooDoo Gang isn’t fit to do a damn thing right in this world. He’s a terrorist, living in America, and thinks that “love” is something he will ever understand. i have asked him not to kill himself dozens of times, yet my patience is running thin. Jesus died at 33. I am agnostic, and found this out just weeks ago in Woodhull Inpatient, where I learned of auras and aligning chakras, yet my aura changes from white, because VooDoo Gang, and I can supposedly make darkness light.
I went to the Brooklyn Public Library in Greenpoint on Norman, once again, after taking it into my own hands to start spreading the word around Greenpoint over who exactly, at least to my belief after this extensive amount of time, and internally advised so much, who and where VooDoo Gang lives, and the graffiti aligned with the CountzFilesCrew in Park Slope, created for my demise, that’s at the bottom of Ana’s block, that has my name, my god daughter’s name, and other images aligned with my psychological hacking ordeal. I left a few flyers around town on my walk home, and I plan to continue to do so in Park Slope. I came home to Erop stating that he has a few “very good developers” which he will have look into what is going on with me and VooDoo Gang, which caused VooDoo to delete this last paragraph on my MacBook Air, as this is what his pettiness now includes, as I try to write a story on a hacked MacBook Air. That means we at least now have Russian hackers involved in what is going on with me at 42 Diamond St #7, Brooklyn, NY 11222, where it is 2:27am on 4/27, it is 46 degrees and party cloudy, and portals from Iran (green and red military jackets) opened up weeks prior, seemingly like part of the new world war, is beginning at 42 Diamond St. This paragraph wasn’t written as well as the first time around, but thats what I get for typing a story on.a machine hacked by a psychopath, now nervous.
VooDoo Gang was so nervous over me spreading my flyers around Park Slope, that he almost forced me to laugh uncontrollably in front of Ana while she was deciding to stay angry with me instead of spend the weekend with me like she normally would. As Ana is potentially hacked, as her doxx file is out supposedly, and I advised Erop of this, if VooDoo had any real ability for compassion, other than for his own ass, he would haven’t have tried to create such a scene just due to nerves over his own “safety”. This once again proves that VooDoo has no idea what love is, in either the A***** context, or the Ana context. Especially since this happened directly after a discussion I had with Russia, and the safest place for Ana to be, is in my arms, and VooDoo knows this. I really hoped to ideal of a batman/Morgan Freeman type relationship could develop with VooDoo and his scientific ability, including knowing how I am the man who cannot kill, hate, or want to throw a first punch ever, but knows I have the inner strength to do so, this ideal is just becoming more and more of a lull than anything VooDoo has done. At this point I am still just a murder victim in the making, who should have already died, so many damn times. VooDoo is even trying to start me on Adderall again, as my Klonopin and Cannabis combo isn’t doing the trick as well anymore to try to deal with my natural anxiety and depression, while coping with being psychologically hackers 24/7, and trying to fight any urge to kill myself. I might have a few Adderall to try to lighten my mood, as I have been completely sober for months now (other than mariijuana lightly used and a klonopin here and there), but haven’t decided yet, just it’s 3:00am, Ana’s going to be pissed at me if I fall asleep early from the Invega shot I was forced to take from being hacked-into-inpatient, and I need to find something to enjoy out of life.
I sent a feeler text to the kingpin I know, one of many over the years, that called me a few times oddly on my TextNow linked to my 1 active Google Account, while I have been hacked out of my smartphone for months once again, living on flip burner phones that are “unhackable”, except to VooDoo Gang and a few others. The second I made the call, I was bombarded with pain, and my modem was clicked loudly, as VooDoo is a Blood too, or at least acts like one, and wanted me to think that multiple hackers were attacking me in real time due to the conversation occurring. As I was stalked by the Bloodz for a reason unknown to me, VooDoo is playing this card to his advantage, but also, white isn’t my thing, even though its raw and fresh off the of the plane. I do not want to sell drugs, even though this man is willing to put me on credit, or was, prior to me just telling him that I have been “stalked by LulzSec”, which may throw off his plans for me. Since Ana doesn’t really seem to want me to pursue this route, and neither did others before her, I think I will stay clear of it, and if anything, take addy for a stimulant, or more hopefully, a Molly if I can find one on a nice Spring day.
I have known a few kingpins/near kingpins in my life. I was a consultant for the Crips when I was 18-20 years old, working for 67th St. We did not wear colors, and I was the “white boy” in suburbia moving weight out of the not so great neighborhoods, making a killing for them. I was a network in my own southern half of my county, working for the guy who was underneath the plug for Manhattan at the time, or at lest a major plug for Manhattan. This is how an understudy of mine ended up selling my weed to Victor Cruz, the Giants Great, and Red Cafe. I met a near kingpin at the William Vale through a woman from Georgia, who ended up being the best delivery service, all in one shop, I have ever seen, except for one plug I happened to stumble into the building for with S*****. I then happened to meet this current kingpin, the largest I have ever met, who oddly called me a few times over months, just by being agitated on my birthday between psychological hacking periods with Ana that we weren’t doing enough to celebrate our birthdays, and met the connect “of a lifetime”, if that was who I truly was.
Annette thinks I may be a Crip I believe. If anything I am closer to a Blood. Carlos is MS13 I am pretty sure, or at least being Psychologically hacked by them. I was part of the 420 family when I was 15 years old. That was the only gang I really was ever in, everything else was consulting work, which is pretty funny, as my role in corporate is really an Agile Project Management consultant, I am a consultant in all ways in life, a true Generalist. A generalist is something I stated I was proudly to someone who considered me potentially the smartest 1% of society, if I focused my mind on learning, and not on music, partying, and women. This person also believed she was the smartest 1% of society, which I then questioned her being such, as thinking that you are, may very well mean that you are not actually the smartest 1%. “The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge” - Stephen Hawking.
When I picked A***** up when she walked into the door of the home I purchased with N******, we instantly met with fire in our eyes, and I picked her up the second that she walked in and we made out. We spent the next 5 days together just rolling around my home, pretty much. It was, especially after being in a 15 year relationship, one of the most amazing moments of my life, but mind you, I was manic on Lexapro and drinking at the time, and she was hypomanic and drinking as well. Our relationship was very turbulent, and she had to know 5 different versions of myself, on 5 different medication regimens, for “bipolar disorder”, each of which drastically changed my personality, and none of which would alleviate, only worsen the symptoms I was facing, and lead to every single charge I had/have on my record, if not expunged by the state of New Jersey, as all my charges stemmed from my reaction to antidepressants in September 2020. This is what makes to sob story of trying to get over A****, while VooDoo Gang stresses he “loves” her, and is trying to cause me all this memory related pain because of this, yet saw he almost break into a tear when I spoke on our last court call, or especially when Luna meowed in the background at the end of the call. It’s one thing for someone to admit misunderstanding, its another to be completely unable to move forward, and have to “coach” your own psychological hacker through so much.
S**** made me get over A***** instantly. No one was ever close to doing so for me. VooDoo thought I was “taking advantage” of a woman and trying to escape, which is why he ruined that relationship for me. He had no idea what he destroyed, and I can never get that back, as I respect boundaries, and can’t make someone see what is reality, when they may have gone too far down a “lifetrap” themselves at one point, and view me as such, when I truly am so far from that, just am, on paper, still. I moved the tray of cocaine away from her when she said she didn’t have self control and I saw the look in her eyes. I saw the look in her eyes when I was able to make her love me as much as she loved work, I saw the look in her eye when I had her actually listen, and hear, and then talk to me about her life and desires. I think this person, apart from the trauma of what I said in my induced state, may have just been too controlled in her love life, in her career, being on top of losing everything she worked so hard to obtain and also had the wrong opinion of me potentially at the end as well, as she too, hacked my gmail account. I shit you not. The last day we hangout together, I had an unrecognized MacBook from New York City on my Google Security tab, and she still has all of my passwords, that I don’t even have to this day, including a box of items she will not return. I hate to keep harping on this relationship, as it was incredibly short termed, and I know I would have had to dedicate my life to literally trying to make this person happy, but the level of intellect in the conversation, how deep and fast we went in many ways, and speaking in “not’s’ and “no’s” about us, is something I truly will never be able to forget, and wish there was more time to have explored that love, lust, drugs, but also extreme compassion, I believe, that is now lost.
Ana still I believe is having a hard time over this, so yesterday I clearly stated how November between Ana and I, was pretty much what occurred with S**** and in December, when it came down to me having an episode of psychosis due to psychological hacking. Ana and I are in a weird spot, as I cannot move in with her without a job, and she needs to continue to learn how to trust me more and more. All I know is, apart from my love for her, I hope to at least be able to keep an eye on her as well, as he promised ride or dies for each other, but lately, I am concerned regarding the commitment level on her end, yet her safety is at risk if I am not involved in her life at all. Ana has supposedly been through this all overseas by VooDoo advising me internally, but also by the conversations I am having with Erop, and the bits a pieces Ana is dropping from her own memory regarding “bats”, and moving things around the room constantly to stop spiraling. Just many hints. I need the ability to love Ana without all of these external stressors, including bankruptcy, getting a job, etc, apart from both of us being potentially able to be hit by psychological hacking. Me, 24/7, and her, in pieces I have seen from VooDoo Gang, which disgusts me to my core, but also by others who may have her doxx file overseas, which now VooDoo is internally advising me that he is realizing as well, as Ana wakes up as I type this, most likely angry I fell asleep during the Sopranos again, because of the damn Invega shot I had to take.
- Art is the cure for mental health disorders, and everything listed throughout the following. “We’re all dead. We’re all demons and angels, unless we are lovers, and stop spiraling. The meaning of life may to be brave, be compassionate, and world peace, through universal language, controlled temperature and volume, and adjusted/altered sight. Those who are dead, may be able to live forever, and the real point of life, is to be compassionate, which includes respectful, non-intrusive, and non-violent. Break the pattern of the spiral. Keep calm, love, and totem.

Psychological Hacking Victim Notes:
- Vision is binary thinking/coding
- Sinuses "click"
- Obituary & Your Friend and Family in your Google Search prompt and worse
- Roles/Stories of "the game"
* Words used as “Phish”
* Outlets and appliances click
* Water temperature and pressure are controlled by some gray-hats
- Lulzsec controls you at home and threatens the people you love
& hacks them (photos/emails/etc)
- You cannot "naturally channel" a psychological hacking gang
- Memory Dwelling occurs
- Thought Suppression and Control, as well as emotional control occurs
-Prompts play when not actively gang-hacked

Gaslighting hacking is meant to make your ex's seem at fault. Please read everything prior to this.

Psychological hacking victims who survive typically believe they have personality disorders, even admitted by my current Grey Hat psychological hacker.

Hacking gangs, usually operate in 6 hour shifts.

“If you say you understand, you don’t. If you say you don’t understand, you may, or you’re getting there. If, and when, I fully understand, in regard to my material. I will.” Joe “Focks” Atkachunas

“Human-being’s thoughts should be private.” - Joe “Focks” Atkachunas

“Mental/Psychological hacking is “copyright infringement”, “possession”, and “playing Sims”, with the human-being’s mind, body, and soul.” Joe “Focks” Atkachunas

I love you all.

CBT/DBT techniques, electronically, and very technologically advanced, are utilized by a psychological hacker/gang, to remove "scourges" from society, by various ways.

Millions of citizens world-wide are at risk of being "fed" these "prompted intrusive thoughts", fully unaware, as processed internally as perceived original intrusive thoughts, at the control of psychological hackers/attackers, via software & computer-like devices on the dark-web such as Piramid, Matlab, etc.

Victims who survive a psychological hackers/gangs attack will be considered as "drones/sleepers" to the attacker, remotely monitored, without the victim being aware.

AI is involved in the relaying of internal prompts while a mental/psychological hacker/gang is not "actively" stalking their victim.

Once fully "located", a victim is an "avatar/beacon", on Piramid/Piranha (I am not a hacker). "Beacon", as in last "known locations", cellular/wifi/electrical networks, electonic devices, friend's devices, and thus, the avatar/victim themself.
Ie. Me.

"Thievings" of Estonia...?

Heath Ledger...

FYC-456 (Github)

Create WORDPRESS Account > Download Site-Kit.

Song - The Focks Hill by i.w.skcoF

I am a whisteblower on all of hacking, for real.

Planted/seeded dreams, similar to “prompted thoughts”, exist to throw a psychological hacker’s victim’s sense of what they are truly experiencing in there “reality”, even further surreal, than what they are experiencing, which the goal of Gaslighting Hacking is to “isolate an individual and make what is actually occurring to them seem completely “crazy” to the outside world.” r/fockswithitandVixen & so much more...

Ever “heard”? Lies left of the lips..."

I'm on CCTV, for real, all over Brooklyn from Summer 2023 - current, due to Lulzsec Psychologically gang-hacking me, by Lulzsec Grey Hat Hackers, in an induced state, caused by electronic hypnosis, which in my previous posts I advised of a much more horrid scenario, including many involved, and many who NEED to be appropriately involved.

Familiar Mental Hacking Phish:
Family and Friends names
For me:
"Lulzsec Lulz you and Sarah"
"Ana not Annette"
"So much about Annette"

Read:
u/PsychologicalHacking
u/sneezes
r/fockswithitandvixen

f you have ever heard "not lies", or "for real", now its "time for come on", and for real,, with not anyone, read everything prior, everywhere posted, stated here.

Psychosis caused by hypnosis due to exposure to Cell/WiFi radiation is not false, creating psychological symptoms such as those suffering from Borderline Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Depression, Anxiety, etc. Turn off your cell phones & WiFi." I'm a whistleblower on LulzSec and Anonymous.

"Electrical Warfare (Ilnesses/BPD) through Cell/WiFi is not false.
Turn off your cell phones & WiFi.”

This is a matter of National Security for the CIA, FBI, and US Army.

So many FBI IC3, CIA Reports (j393186@gmail & (347) 642-2777 (stolen phone), US ARMY, & CrimeStoppers:
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Tip ID: 577-W58804
Password: V6P3G4






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Tip ID: 325-W29110
Password: L38477






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Tip ID: 577-W58834
Password: L3M9R6






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Tip ID: 577-W59432
Password: 2T9D2M






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Tip ID: 325-W29082
Password: D3J3G6






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Tip ID: 325-W29099
Password: D3V3H6






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Tip ID: 325-W29100
Password: F4D9L3