There is a reason why it is so hard for police to catch the people that are being gang stalked. It is simple for my team to explain. Most police agencies approach this as a "following incident" but what they don't understand is that the stalking is an inside the victim circumstance. The technology used to stalk the victim comes from inside the victim. If the victim is going somewhere, the information about when and where he is going is sent to a computer. The operator then sends out the stalkers and there they are. However, if the victims goes to the police, the operator can call off the stalkers knowing that someone will be watching for them. It can then be put back on when the police don't see anyone. You can't catch the stalkers when the victim complains because the operators know what is going on. The on and off is then determined by the operator. It takes an impressive and determined effort by the police to stop it.
Some victims have theorized, wrongly, that their homes are equipped with microscopic cameras and some might be, but they don't realize that for the most part, that they, themselves are the surveillance device. Their own brain serves as the microphone, camera and computer sending the information as to when they will be home, what their alarm code is, what their passwords are and basically how to break into their home for however long they are planing to be away. The subject literally hands away all of their own safety measure to keep them safe. It's just a matter of thinking on the criminal's end to figure out how to get around those measures. It's a game of how can I get in around what they have set up? How can I make someone else look responsible for what I cause. I need a logical explanation that points to someone else for "reasonable doubt". Thats where video cameras are so good.
Most of what these criminals have gotten away with is simply because of a lack of understanding of how to go about stopping it. Explaining the problem in a logical non conspiracy manner is tough for some. It's a frustrating crime to say the least. I hear most people think, "Who would have the time to sit around and watch someone all day and night?" I have to agree, it is a tremendous waste of time. I've been told that there are different ways of doing this where some cells work in shifts, but in our case, we have meth addicts that work around the clock. Laurie is obsessed with my family and she thinks that she has to know every single detail about us. It's what she feels is a strength. I think it is going to be her ultimate down fall. You can't really know everything about someone and then know nothing. Keeping straight what you read and what you don't is almost impossible. I know what I write and I hold back lots of details that she knows through observation only. She can say she reads stuff on here but there are details I've never mentioned. She's certain to mess up.
I've known that I was being stalked almost since the day it began. I was in my second year of college just after being infected intentionally with HIV and there were strange things happening all around me. I saw people following me and I had no idea why. When this continued, I couldn't figure out why and I began writing diaries about them. The people angered me. I had no idea whom would do this to someone and what they wanted with me? I wasn't someone without a career or that was involved with anything sinister. I knew it had been going on for a very long time so I knew it went back to at least college or even high school. Strange letters I received in my dorm room suggested that it was from high school.
This was someone from my past and looking back there were strange things that always linked back to one girl. The only time I heard about her was from one Palm Springs police officer friend of mine and my family. Bryan Anderson was a friend of my family. He was the former boyfriend of one of my sister's best friends and mine. I knew him well, idolized him as an athletes and I'd known him to be like an altar boy. Never got into trouble. Knew his mom, loved her. Got great grades. Smart. Never in trouble. Didn't screw up. Became a cop, no surprise. My best friend wanted to be a cop like him and was his friend too. Both were friends of my brother in law and all three played baseball. I knew all three to be friendly with my sister and all friends of mine. Still the only person that ever mentioned Laurie to me was Bryan Anderson in twenty years or so. I never said what a pain in the ass bully she'd been to me from junior high school until I graduated. I was grown up. I didn't think it mattered and I always thought it was strange that he would even associate with such a girl.
She was nasty. Hard and mean. Nothing like his former girlfriend. She had a foul mouth. Bryan didn't. She was slutty. Bryan isn't. She was a druggie. Bryan was a cop. She was a total loud mouth aggressive bully and Bryan isn't. I thought she was a lesbian according to all the girls she's accosted in high school so when he said he was "friendly" with her, I thought maybe he was going through a "bad boy" phase or something. It never made any sense to me. Sometimes that happens. I couldn't imagine it though. Bryan's mom would have absolutely hated Laurie...dad too. I think I wrote about it the second time he mentioned her in twenty some odd years because I was figuring out that the girl "voice" that I was hearing sounded an awful lot like Laurie and the stuff she was familiar with (like my neighbors growing up) linked to her. (Laurie's aunt and cousins lived right across the street from me as a child). When Lisa talks about them she was very familiar. I'd not even thought of them.
I started writing diaries right after the death of my brother in law. I was being followed and the world wasn't making much sense. Journaling about what I was going through seemed to make the most sense to me. It was my way of clearing my thought and intentions for the person that I am, not the person that these stalkers were apparently trying to make me feel like I was. I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong or illegal. I wrote about that all the time. I noticed what they were doing. You couldn't help but notice that. They were much more aggressive when I was alone. When I was with my friends, they would be there but less aggressive. I am sure that if I was around someone that they would split up and follow that person too though. They seemed to have a need to know everyone that I knew. I don't remember why I felt that way. I just knew it. I wrote about it. I wrote about everything. I wrote mostly about wanting to be a peaceful warrior and a better person. All the time I wrote about wanting to be a better version of me.
There is one very clear thing in those diaries that I think I remember the most. You have to understand that I haven't seen them in many years now. They were stole along with all of my belongings. I've had no chance to edit them or change them, what I wrote is original to the dates that they were written. They are a testimonial to how I really felt when they were written. I remember how terrible I felt about being followed. How invasive it was that these people didn't know me but they were everywhere. On the bus I took to work. On the bus home. Waiting for me outside my apartment. Following me in my car. They literally were everywhere I went. The rudeness. The scowls. The hate in their eyes. Whatever they thought about me, it wasn't good. It was pure evil and they meant to hurt me. It wasn't me, it was someone that they thought I was. I was embarrassed at the thought that someone would see these people following me. They were so obvious. At that point in my career I made certain that I stayed clear of all things that would make me look bad. I did very few things that would reflect poorly on the Justice Department. I made it very clear to my friends that it was a priority.
If friends were going to a bath house, I wouldn't go. If friends were going out drinking or something, I usually wasn't into it. I would go out with my friend Tom, but that was about it. I just stayed pretty much to myself and my friends that played tennis and was working out. I knew that someone had something horrible to say about me and I wanted to know who it was. In my head I started a rumor about having a kid to see who it was...and sure enough one girl told stories about me being some kind of dead beat father...that girl was Laurie. She's told lots of people about me being engaged and gay to a woman too...not true. Laurie has lots of stories about me and my best friend Kevin too. All of this shit she's made up. She's a fantasizer and a home wrecker with an agenda...if she thinks she can cause a problem, she'll tell a story, but the principles know it isn't true. That's when she has problems. The characters know she's lying.
You see Laurie loves a rumor. She just loves telling a story. She loves thinking she knows some dirt. What she's doing is pointing herself out as "Lisa". The whole intent of Laurie telling these stories is that they aren't true. The details that she tells about them are so "Lisa". She doesn't know "anything about me since high school" according to her own sworn statement, but she sure does like to spread rumors about me. Now how could something like that "slip her mind" when she's telling the court about me? It never slips her mind any other time. In fact, I never slip her mind any other time. People tell her all the time to stop talking about me. You never hear any of my friends tell me that. That's because I've never mentioned her to any of them ever. Once to a cop friend and once to a friend that brought her up to me specifically. That's pretty much it. Oh, I think I may have warned a few friends since I've been home now too, but in the twenty five years prior to this, not one word. Never in high school. Never in college. Never in San Diego. Never in Palm Springs. Never. Now I am an informant with information...I have to warn them.
You don't see Laurie mentioned in my diaries either until Bryan Anderson mentions her with my parents there and I've already told you what it says. I don't know why the two of them would be friends? According to Laurie they have a "four year" relationship. Bryan has not denied that or confirmed it. The lack of denial would lend me to believe that it is true. That would show a reason for all of the secrecy surrounding this system. It would show how this system could be introduced to the PSPD through her family to Bryan...an entrance point. It explains the "informant work" problems that Christopher and I had when we did what we did and it did not get accomplished. It can explain why the rape DNA went missing. It can explain a lot of things. Do I believe this? I don't know, but it is possible. I thought that I knew him better than this, but people are different sometimes. I've learned that people do different things when they think you aren't as smart as you are.
The diary accounts of my experience with this crime are great for several reasons, but I am going to hold back on telling you all why for now. Let me just say this. They are accurate for checking what was going on with Laurie at that time. They counter reference what she was doing and what she knew about me, even though I knew nothing about her. You can clearly tell whom is stalking whom. I think it is important to note that my end of this crime is that of victim...pure and simple. She is the stalker and I am the victim.
I started writing diaries right after the death of my brother in law. I was being followed and the world wasn't making much sense. Journaling about what I was going through seemed to make the most sense to me. It was my way of clearing my thought and intentions for the person that I am, not the person that these stalkers were apparently trying to make me feel like I was. I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong or illegal. I wrote about that all the time. I noticed what they were doing. You couldn't help but notice that. They were much more aggressive when I was alone. When I was with my friends, they would be there but less aggressive. I am sure that if I was around someone that they would split up and follow that person too though. They seemed to have a need to know everyone that I knew. I don't remember why I felt that way. I just knew it. I wrote about it. I wrote about everything. I wrote mostly about wanting to be a peaceful warrior and a better person. All the time I wrote about wanting to be a better version of me.
There is one very clear thing in those diaries that I think I remember the most. You have to understand that I haven't seen them in many years now. They were stole along with all of my belongings. I've had no chance to edit them or change them, what I wrote is original to the dates that they were written. They are a testimonial to how I really felt when they were written. I remember how terrible I felt about being followed. How invasive it was that these people didn't know me but they were everywhere. On the bus I took to work. On the bus home. Waiting for me outside my apartment. Following me in my car. They literally were everywhere I went. The rudeness. The scowls. The hate in their eyes. Whatever they thought about me, it wasn't good. It was pure evil and they meant to hurt me. It wasn't me, it was someone that they thought I was. I was embarrassed at the thought that someone would see these people following me. They were so obvious. At that point in my career I made certain that I stayed clear of all things that would make me look bad. I did very few things that would reflect poorly on the Justice Department. I made it very clear to my friends that it was a priority.
If friends were going to a bath house, I wouldn't go. If friends were going out drinking or something, I usually wasn't into it. I would go out with my friend Tom, but that was about it. I just stayed pretty much to myself and my friends that played tennis and was working out. I knew that someone had something horrible to say about me and I wanted to know who it was. In my head I started a rumor about having a kid to see who it was...and sure enough one girl told stories about me being some kind of dead beat father...that girl was Laurie. She's told lots of people about me being engaged and gay to a woman too...not true. Laurie has lots of stories about me and my best friend Kevin too. All of this shit she's made up. She's a fantasizer and a home wrecker with an agenda...if she thinks she can cause a problem, she'll tell a story, but the principles know it isn't true. That's when she has problems. The characters know she's lying.
You see Laurie loves a rumor. She just loves telling a story. She loves thinking she knows some dirt. What she's doing is pointing herself out as "Lisa". The whole intent of Laurie telling these stories is that they aren't true. The details that she tells about them are so "Lisa". She doesn't know "anything about me since high school" according to her own sworn statement, but she sure does like to spread rumors about me. Now how could something like that "slip her mind" when she's telling the court about me? It never slips her mind any other time. In fact, I never slip her mind any other time. People tell her all the time to stop talking about me. You never hear any of my friends tell me that. That's because I've never mentioned her to any of them ever. Once to a cop friend and once to a friend that brought her up to me specifically. That's pretty much it. Oh, I think I may have warned a few friends since I've been home now too, but in the twenty five years prior to this, not one word. Never in high school. Never in college. Never in San Diego. Never in Palm Springs. Never. Now I am an informant with information...I have to warn them.
You don't see Laurie mentioned in my diaries either until Bryan Anderson mentions her with my parents there and I've already told you what it says. I don't know why the two of them would be friends? According to Laurie they have a "four year" relationship. Bryan has not denied that or confirmed it. The lack of denial would lend me to believe that it is true. That would show a reason for all of the secrecy surrounding this system. It would show how this system could be introduced to the PSPD through her family to Bryan...an entrance point. It explains the "informant work" problems that Christopher and I had when we did what we did and it did not get accomplished. It can explain why the rape DNA went missing. It can explain a lot of things. Do I believe this? I don't know, but it is possible. I thought that I knew him better than this, but people are different sometimes. I've learned that people do different things when they think you aren't as smart as you are.
The diary accounts of my experience with this crime are great for several reasons, but I am going to hold back on telling you all why for now. Let me just say this. They are accurate for checking what was going on with Laurie at that time. They counter reference what she was doing and what she knew about me, even though I knew nothing about her. You can clearly tell whom is stalking whom. I think it is important to note that my end of this crime is that of victim...pure and simple. She is the stalker and I am the victim.
