The Equalizer: Target Individual Revenge Script

This script is used by the rogue Federal Agents to get the target to seek revenge on the government for being tortured and experimented on. They plant agents then use signs, decals and other means to transmit subliminal messages. The agents attempts to get friendly with the targets and invites them to hang out, probably to a bar and get them to drink or offer them illegal drugs. This is important because they get the target to talk about their targeting the plant ideas on how they can get back at their perceived nemesis. They will then attempt to provide resources and materials. Once the target takes the bate, the agent then reveals who they are and arrest or worse kills the target. This is not about equaling the score, it is about destroying the targeted individuals lives. The equalizer idea was most likely planted when the person being experimented on was very young either by television shows, movies and reading materials such as books and comics.                                    
I remember as a kid my mom would have us look at the television show "the equalizer" then of course as I am now an adult and they tried to use the Denzel Washington movie version of the TV Show to reinforce and familiarize the subliminals from when I was a child. They are very cunning, I bet that those two individuals who carried out the Boston bombing were probably used to commit one of the most horrible acts of violence in America. I can't help but to think because of my experience of being experimented on, tortured and had multiple (made to look like accidents) attempts on my life that the Boston bombing incident was probably orchestrated by the some fraction within our government.              
When my Caucasian neighbor moved upstairs, I thought it was good to have a neighbor that seemed to look okay. I offered to help him move what little furniture he had up to his apartment but he declined my help. Beside it was not much furniture anyway, which I thought was a little strange. After a month he suggested that we should go out to a bar and have a few corona's. I responded by saying that I would rather drink Red Stripe beer. That bar invitation never transpired. He would constantly have people over, especially young boys, teenagers, a few girls and occasionally I would hear him and a woman speaking on his back patio while they were smoking cigarettes. The cigarette butts and ashes somehow seemed to end up on my patio furniture. I never really paid any attention to this at first, I would clean up the ashes and cigarette butts and continues as I normally would. A few times I asked him buy an ash tray because of the mess they were causing.                
Then I started waking up one to two times in the middle of the night to his footsteps right above my head. My forehead would feel hot and when I shook my head it felt like my brain was loose and shaking inside my skull. I started to realized that I was being microwaved, my head was expanding. I was also being neutral monitored remotely hence the reason why I was waking up suddenly. I was being hit with some form of directed energy weapon to my head and groin area. Other times When I exited my apartment he would exit at the very same moment. When I sat anywhere in my apartment I would hear a thump directly above my head. When I made a right or left turn I would hear a pop sound coming from the particular direction in which I was turning. My apartment has what is known as popcorn ceiling. When I laid in my bed or sat in my reading chair and look up at the ceiling I would see digitized patterns of a rose, a face, two people kissing, hugging or having sex, a butterfly and a few different patterns. (Think of the images that were printed on the first dot matrix printers) I only see these patterns when I'm in my bedroom and I have never experienced this phenomena as frequently as I have prior to his arrival. It became an extremely frequent thing. The patterns would usually coincide with a silent sound spread spectrum transmission which were all negative. For example the two images of the couple kissing would register in my head as no us no kissing. The couple having sex would register as no us no sex. The image of the couple hugging would register as no us no human contact and if I happen to meet someone an image of a woman would be projected and the message registered was no us no her.                
               
Somewhere in the back of head I kept saying to myself this dude is an undercover narcotic agent, most likely vice and he is probably also a member of the clergy. He bears an uncanny resemblance to the sadistic butcher and megalomaniac Nazi war criminal #JosefMengele also known as The Angel Of Death and is his son. Almost all of the different looking kids did not even looked as though they were his relatives. I was sitting on my back patio reading Dreams Of My Father by our nation's forty fourth President Barack Obama on a hot Saturday afternoon when he came downstairs with a baby girl in his arm, a young boy and young man who just happened to be carrying a huge book bag on his back to retrieve the child's toy. I thought that was odd why did all of them had to come downstairs just to get a toy. One person could have gotten the toy, heck they could have asked me to toss the toy up to them. Then I remember the Grenada revolution of nineteen seventy nine and the incident that set that historic event in the nation's history. It was early one Saturday afternoon my nephews, my twin brother and I had just returned from the barber shop. Our trim was fresh and we were excited because we had planned on going to the small beach down the hill and not too far from the Market. Suddenly we heard a loud "BOOM," then we heard these eerie and frightening screams followed by small arms fire and more screaming. Moments later there was a second "BOOM," My sister ran up the hill to the house and made everyone get under the house which were raised a few feet from the ground. This was the one of the most terrifying experiences during the weeks and months leading up to the coup which ousted the regime of Prime Minister Sir Eric Gary. It appeared that someone had placed a large book bag filled with dynamite and a timer next to a trash can as busy market shopper were buying produce and fruits when the bomb exploded.          
               
I know the experiments being done on many people of color including my twin brother and I who were #illegallymicrochipped and followed are deeply rooted in the #eugenicsmovement #religioussuperstitions the FBI's #COINTELPRO program, #thecoldwar agenda and deep #systemicracism The hatred for a particular group of black people living on an island rich in history in which former sons, daughters and descendants have played pivotal roles dating back to the Haitian revolution of 1791 – 1804. The #spiceisland is also the birthplace of #LouiseLittle, (the mother of #MalcolmLittle later known as #MalcolmX of which I am certain we are descended relatives) was born in Grenada in the British West Indies. I remember as a child my sister Yvonne use to take us to see our cousins whose last name are Little, and they were of very fair skin complexion.          
               
One Wednesday I was coming home from getting my two thousand and two pearl white Nissan Maxima GLE repaired. As a preventative measure I had a new alternator installed out of fear that the one which came with the car when I initially purchased it was about to go bad. I parked next to the leasing office and walked down the hill to my apartment building. While I was approaching the building the dude upstairs made a right turn in front of me and pulled into a parking spot in a Tan colored Nissan Juke. He got out of the vehicle and turned on the alarm. I thought nothing about this, I went inside my apartment. The next day while I was on my way to Queens University to do a graduation photo shoot was a favor for the soon to be graduate, as I was nearing the Elizabeth Avenue entrance on I277/Independence Boulevard there was a huge billboard sign with the same tan colored make and model Juke with the title “I’M THE BOSS” written as the title of the advertisement. As I looked at the advertisement the I was sent a silent sound transmission which said “See I’m the Boss” I did not get agitated I went and did the shoot. I guess they wanted me to turn around and not do the shoot because they also transmitted to me saying no matter what I do the photos will not look good. This is just one example out of many. These forms of #covertharassments are common place in the lives of #targetedindividuals which they experience every single day. This is also how they push people away from pursuing their life's #passions #goals and #dreams It's just another form of sabotaging the competition to give their perps (those that participate in the social experiments) the upper hand. It matters not what equipment I purchased they will tamper it. Even if I decided to do something else they will attempt to ruin every opportunity I create or that is handed to me towards success until I submit to their #vile #evil #wicked #cruel #gross #violationofmysovereignty and #intellectualproperty form of sick #covert and #unethical experimentations. I am an autonomous #sentientlifeform and I will not stay silent about these heinous unprovoked assaults directed against me. I have never willfully consented to any form of experimentation being done on me. These experiments that are been done on my persons are being carried out without my knowledge and consent.       
   
These kind of events and people orchestrating them are all too familiar. Maverick police and other law enforcement officers going rogue such as former Chicago police Commander Jon Burge convicted of torturing, planting drugs and wrongfully arresting hundreds of black men. Detectives Michael Oliver and Gescard Isnora who were acquitted of murder charges in the death of #SeanBell and Detective Marc Cooper who was convicted of reckless endangerment for the same shooting incident.  Police Officer Justin Volpe of Brooklyn who was convicted and sentence to thirty years in prison after he sodomized #AbnerLouima with a broken broom handle in the 70th Precinct bathroom. Detective David Terrell known as "The Bronx Terrorist" has destroyed the lives of an unprecedented amount of young people using illegal tactics to falsely arrest them to fill arrests quotas. He also abused many innocent people in the community in which he policed.            
   
The recruiting effort was not going to thwarted by my skill level nor my experience and whatever type of evidence I may have accumulated against them. While shooting they were remotely triggering my flash but the photos came out great anyways. She was very happy with the photos. I came home and thought about that for a minute. This guy upstairs has been a part of the team that has been hypnotizing, mind controlling and splitting my personality. Even though this is now known they still continue to experiment and torture me,  breaking all laws and moral ethics. There are other instances where I was made aware of him violating my privacy by illegally listening to my phone conversation, breaking into my phone and viewing its contents. Breaking and entering into my residences (picking the locks) tampering my food and water and psychologically handling me. They are trying to destroy my sanity in a futile attempt to hide the telepathy and biological experiments being done on me. Also leading, coercing and entrapping me into places of employment where they could psychologically harass me and destroy my chances of being hired by other employers not affiliated with them. Planting women in relationships with me whom were led to believe that I would be their entertainment until they found someone else whom was more suitable to be committed with. By them I mean the CIA and their black operations. By attempting to recruit me, it is my belief that since they have failed multiple times to assassinate me and now that people are paying attention to their schemes and abuses they are going to try and hire me to sign a non disclosure agreement to not talk to the media or anyone else interested in hearing my story about what they did and what they are continuing to do to me.         
       
For some time while doing and receiving high regards for my photography skills I began receiving subliminal message about them wanted to use my photography business to launder their dirty money. I would receive direction to drive to places where there would be empty store fronts, places that have gone out of business in the university and Independence boulevard area of Charlotte through silent sound spread spectrum. They would help my photography and graphic design business to grow and in return I would team up with another person who would manage the office space while I did the bulk of the work. They would plant me to photograph corporate work, major concerts, professional sporting events and high society special events. I kept thinking hmmm The Wire Script. The Wire was an HBO show about the life of a group of black people during the height of the crack error in Baltimore Maryland. In the show there is a character by the name of #StringerBell played by British actor Idris Elba. Stringer was an educated guy and also very ruthless. He owned, operated and manage a small printing/copy shop which he would use to launder money for the drug gang with whom he was affiliated with. I guess they wanted me to be the Charlotte Version of their Stringer Bell. I think not. They have ruined our people and communities with narcotics and guns for decades. I'll be damn if I participate in the destruction of my community. I'd rather quit doing photography than to be used as a pawn in their sickness.                     
                                   
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