The Pest Following

The pest following resulting from the full-background investigation the year or so prior to attending UTA continued. I would go for walks with Father-God at odd hours; early evening, midnight, very early morning, or late afternoon. No matter when I chose to go for walks with Father-God, pests began to crop up such that it became impossible to walk and talk with Him alone in quiet solitude. This pest following that developed from the full-background investigation realized that their lusts for power and control must supercede all else, especially my rights to privacy, and these government-sponsored pests apparently recruited neighbors to watch me. I decided to check this point after returning from a regular walk with Father-God; therefore, I threw open the screen door, quickly closed the main door so the screen door closed afterwards, and thereby gave the appearance to spies and eves-droppers that I had left. Soon I heard the neighbor on the east side of my apartment speaking to the neighbor directly below my apartment. The neighbor below stated, “He has already gone out tonight.” The neighbor beside responded, “Yes, I know, but he went out again.”

On another occasion I went out, down the stairs, and stepped into the laundry room at the bottom of the stairs and waited to see what developed. In mere seconds the neighbor in the apartment beside me came bounding down the stairs, turned, and clearly was surprised I was watching him chase after me. This particular neighbor commented about difficulty in coming up with rent money while talking with me just outside the door of my apartment as our doors were immediately beside each other. Suddenly this neighbor went from having trouble paying his rent to being able to acquire an expensive stereo system and a car that enabled him to follow me to church; or stay home depending on whether I went to church or stayed home. One Sunday I decided to pretend to go to church, but instead went and got a newspaper. On returning the next-door-neighbor had gone to church. The snooping, shadowing conduct was quite offensive, and the young man soon had an accident that totaled his car without injuring him; with his newfound source of income, he was able to replace the wrecked car immediately and thereby continued to follow me to church; he soon wrecked the second car, also, but this time he had to get the car repaired. This suggested that my apartment was bugged with listening devices such that the pest following overheard the young man’s need for money and determined he would make an excellent pest-following recruit.

Ultimately, I left Texas and returned to West Virginia, thereby escaping the obnoxious, irritating, and skulking pest following; or so I thought since it never occurred that any group would continue such intrusions across several states. Within a month a car happened to stall on the rural road in front of my grandparents’ home. To my consternation the old car had Texas tags and a Ft. Worth dealership sticker; Ft. Worth borders Arlington. This clearly was a case of pure coincidence combined with my feelings of self-importance and over-active imagination; or so some friends had told me because they knew that nobody would have such interest in me. As “black-collar experts,” such friends could not be anything but correct, of course. Nonetheless, while checking on jobs I drove the approximate forty-five miles to Charleston and waited an hour for the office to open for the afternoon; soon after I arrived a young man arrived and waited in the lobby with me; when the office opened, the man entered, approached the attendant, and pronounced he was from Ft. Worth. Another pure coincidence, obviously.

It became obvious that I would have difficulty getting a job in this area, or in any other area if the pest following knew where I was. Therefore, I told family I was going to Denver, Colorado, and insisted on their secrecy. I became quite alarmed when my grandmother mindlessly commented on my departure; outside the house I informed her it was critically important that she not speak of my leaving. Even though this made me sound totally paranoid, I realized the need for secrecy, and family complied. Thus began my travels with Father-God as guide.

I went to Denver, but the place was not correct; it was correct to go south to New Mexico, which also seemed incorrect; Arizona seemed the correct direction. Arriving in Phoenix at night, I scanned the area on the spiritual level while processing the incoming physical information related to exits from the Interstate; street exits were incorrect, but the avenue exits were correct, and I left the Interstate near the area where I would find a place to live. Ultimately I found temporary work and subsequently obtained employment at a small business college as an instructor.

It was at the business college in an office complex that I first noticed a stranger was photographing me from the open-air stairwell as I walked to work one afternoon. Since I had never noticed this phenomenon previously, it struck me as improbably; I returned and checked to see if the man with the camera were still on the stairwell and had merely been waiting for me to get out of the line of sight, but the man had left and come down to the sidewalk level. It was also in Phoenix where Father-God warned that a pest follower who demanded I shake hands with him was attempting to use satanic-psychic abilities to cause physical injury. Since the idiot thug refused to let me pass without a handshake, I simply geared for spiritual-level combat and sent all energy back into the challenger, who apparently died based on a subsequent event.

After evening classes I would often have chats about the Bible with the night watchman, Harry, who was in his late seventies. One evening long after the students left, Harry opened the door to the classroom and asked me to come outside and listen to something. There was a man perhaps in his thirties or forties riding a bicycle in the street near my classroom at the end of the concourse. The man was whining, “His power is not of God. God does not kill! His power is not of God! You’re supposed to love your neighbor! His power is not of God!” This was yet another of those purely coincidental incidents resulting from my over-active imagination and feelings of self-importance, obviously.

My grandmother died, and in mid November 1985, I returned to West Virginia and stayed with my grandfather until the end of May 1986; at the end of May I moved to Los Angeles, California, where I took the state-required basic skills test to teach in California. In late July my grandfather died, and I returned to West Virginia for another month or two, then went to Chicago, Illinois, where I worked for one day. On phoning Bessie I learned that the employment agency for which I had worked in California had telephoned West Virginia with a job offer; thus, I returned to California.

In Los Angeles the same annoying incidents of being photographed happened again. Moreover, there seemed to be pest followers that simply stalked me. Despite my altering my walk between work and home, strangers felt required to stop me and demand I talk with them. After about a year, I moved to Seattle, Washington, as if this were going to end the problem; it seemed to accentuate the problem of pests.

The pest following was rampant in Seattle, doing just about everything from attempting to keep me from finding employment to cutting my phone line to painting obscenities on the outside of my door, and putting superglue in my door lock to prevent me from going to work … all occurrences clearly due to my over-active imagination and feelings of self-importance, no doubt. On leaving one employment agency where a young girl spent about ten minutes staring at the same page of a phone book and wherewith the person with whom I spoke wanted to pay nearly nothing, I walked to another employment agency. On arriving at the second employment agency the woman challenged, “Did you just phone from down the hall?” “No; why do you ask?” “Because someone just phoned and stated exactly the same thing you stated about being from Los Angeles ….” Sensing anger in the woman, I probed, “The caller was quite courteous, I presume.” “No; actually, he was quite rude,” said she while looking at me suspiciously. The interview did not go well, needless to say. Ultimately, I found employment at a third employment agency after the initial contact person attempted to reject my references and brush me off, but her manager apparently took the view that I could earn them money. Alas, the strangers with cameras were thick as weeds in Seattle. While walking in the Queen Anne area, a guy with a telephoto lens seemed to be taking a picture of me a block away, but as I approached, he ducked into a small shopping mall. I decided to enter the shopping mall and see what he was doing; at a tree planter with wooden sides he had stopped to disassemble his camera lens attachment and was unaware of my approach. “A telephone lens, “ I commented from slightly behind him; alarmed, he acknowledged it was a telephoto lens and quickly left. Even on a cruse ship, The Princess Margarite, to Victoria Island, Canada, a couple decided to snap a picture of me, which annoyed me in the extreme. I decided to nudge a deck chair out of my way, and it went flying six or eight feet across the deck. After about a year I left Washington and returned to West Virginia. Subsequently, I moved to Spokane, Washington, for the summer; remarkably, my first day there a young man saw me and smirked loudly in a mocking tone, “People are following me, and I’ve got to get away from here!" From Spokane I went to San Francisco, California, where a strange woman or two felt required to photograph me from across the street.

It is difficult enough to strike out and go while seeking out the will of Father-God for guidance and the correct place to be. With the pest following incessantly throwing stumbling stones in one’s path, it is vastly more difficult. It is incidents like these and many more just like them that convinced me the attack by the four police thugs in St. Paul and the attack by the two street thugs later that same year in Syracuse occurred at the instigation of my pest following. In both events I likely would not have lived to tell about the incidents, except that Father-God was with me and provided defense training that enabled me to deal with the murderous pests without enabling them to twist the laws of man to imprison me, where they then would discover they had unlimited power to conduct their Nazi-style experiments on me endlessly. On the spiritual level it seems easier to destroy a nation than a small group, presumably because of the difference in the size of the respective targets. Dealing with these rabid dogs is quite similar to dealing with Greg (with the black hair) my senior year of high school; I am sorely tempted “to reach out and touch them” … with the power of faith, to be sure … but I must explain such conduct to Father-God and Mother-God, Who are not easily persuaded that bad conduct is good conduct such that slaying a thousand where only a hundred merit the punishment is imprudent. Whether one chooses to attribute this pest following to pure coincidences, my over-active imagination, or my feelings of self-importance; the bottom line is that I despise rabid dogs snooping and skulking about me and attempting to smear their sick vomit into my life; and merely because they happen to have the form of human beings does not make such rabid dogs or other illegitimate children of Satan more acceptable to me.