Radio Frequencies?

9:18 a.m. Recordings of my interactions with my stalkers (I know it’s graphic, I was very upset and believed it at the time. I am trying to figure out how much of what they were telling me was the truth now.) 11:11 p.m. 4.01.2023

“F*ck them,” “Please don’t” one of them says, “he screamed so loud a microphone was broken!” “That’s what there used for.” “Yeah,” “Singers,” “He screamed so loud, and then they beat him afterwards while he may have been bleeding out of his butt.” “They, mind you, they, beat him. Not just one. They couldn’t get enough of the licks in, huh?” “They wanted to beat him some more.” “And you didn’t do a damn thing last night when they were hurting him Jeff M. “wait, who’s this look like?” (I mock) For John H? His own family. While he’s getting his hand crushed. While you play my family. While you play me. While you extort money from my son.

“Told you she wasn’t going to hear anything with her window down.” Andrew says now. They had me so worried that my real son had been hurt following last Sunday’s remote viewing experience and set-up with my stalkers that I left in the wee hours the 30th and drove 400 miles to find my son healthy and unharmed. That’s not to say that someone else on this line had not been hurt though. It just wasn’t my real son. They use other people and subliminal hypnosis to distort my remote viewing and mess with my head. I never hear his voice and I live far enough away that it works overtime.

“You will not hurt him again. You will not hurt him again. He will not go over there again.”