Every day I leave my house, I am psychologically gang-raped, and ritually abused, by law enforcement no matter what state I am in: South Carolina, North Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Delaware, Virginia California, etc.

I experience this in the form of violent, daily (or multiple-times-daily) remote car hacking that terrorizes my child, locking our car doors; slowing down our car, leaving me unable to accelerate; turning off our a/c when it’s hot outside; turning off our heat when it’s cold outside; locking our windows; turning off our lights at night, etc.

When I begin to drive and they hack my car, it is as if one officer is personally kicking me in the face, while another holds me down, all while yet another looks on, and laughs. It’s gang-bullying; government-funded group bullying and domestic terrorism.

Working directly with the FBI and fusion centers, sheriffs, cops (and other first responders) have aggressively, intentionally, terrorized my child and me for 15 years, all the while participating in a truly sick slander campaign to discredit and misrepresent who I am. (A campaign I wasn’t aware of until a couple of years ago, but which is the crux of this organized crime.)

Nearly a decade ago, I went to a class reunion, having never been to one over the many decades because I lived too far away. I arrived feeling great about myself, my life, my business, my family and looked forward to catching up with everyone.

Everyone was complimentary and sweet, but something was “off.” Along with the gushing, the smiles, and the hugs, I sensed something I only (years) later recognized as pity. But there was nothing about me, on the surface, to pity. My life was great, my dress pretty, and, importantly, I was having a good hair night.😊

Several years passed before I discovered what had happened — and why the FBI affiliate (an Infragard member) who graduated a year before us had been there: the FBI had spread a horribly malicious lie about me to my classmates prior to the reunion. They told them I was mentally ill!  Since I am not, and never have been, and since there was absolutely nothing about me that would make someone think I was, the FBI (or their proxy) apparently, said things like, “Oh, she’ll seem normal and fine, and happy as always, but here’s the truth…(!).”

Unbeknownst to me, I had been blacklisted. I was being retaliated against for a lawsuit I had filed many years earlier against a man who is connected to every level of law enforcement, military and intelligence agency.

There I was at my reunion feeling good and happy, having no idea all of my classmates were carrying around a secret about me — a secret that was a completely made-up lie, told to them by someone they thought they could trust.

I was being humiliated without my knowledge.

This malicious slander campaign (which was also spread to my relatives in distant states, childhood friends, former co-workers, former boyfriends, etc.) was only one — but a very crucial — aspect of their coordinated life-interference campaign.

What the FBI was doing — and this is how they operate with regard to their coordinated targeting of blacklisted individuals — was laying the groundwork. They were paving the way for the next phase of their targeted abuse.

Protocol dictated that the next phase would be the highly intense, extraordinarily coordinated, aggressive, and unceasing overt stalking and harassment: verbal abuse by everyone from postal workers (who changed almost daily) to baristas; constant entry into my home, where items would be moved to different locations; a fresh pot of coffee would be waiting on my counter when I arrived home from a long trip; a freshly-painted wall would have a different color paint in one area. . .

Additionally, my dog’s head was shaved (and she was repeatedly injured and, eventually, murdered); holes were cut into my clothes; newly-bought items were stolen or replaced by something else; my yard was dug up in places and the grass ruined; groups of cars would follow me to appointments; groups of strangers would walk in front of our home throughout the day whereas, previously, very few had; cops would wait down the street, turn their blue light on as my car approached, and then  turn it off as I passed (this happened repeatedly); ambulances would slowly drive by with their flashing lights on; participating neighbors would repeat, verbatim, portions of private conversations I had had in my home; teachers at my child’s school began psychologically abusing her (with one telling her — in order to intentionally make her, a born pitcher, lose a throwing contest — that she was left-handed, and should throw with her left hand, even though she is right-handed! She was six years old!).

Vans with darkened windows would park outside our house every night; a drone (which I, at first, thought was a star until it changed locations) would hover outside our home each night; someone would walk their dog by our driveway, no matter what time of day or night, the moment — the very moment — we would exit our car (if you’ve seen The Truman show, you get the picture); everywhere my child and I went, people would take our picture; and intense sabotage of my web business began.

When this phase of the targeting is happening, it is happening unceasingly.  It is coordinated with military precision:  one feature is that a car, often a white or red one, would pass our home the second I would open the door, whether it was 3:00 a.m. or 9:00 p.m or 7:12 p.m.  This is something that may seem innocuous or coincidental.  But when I realized it had been happening for 90 days, consecutively, without fail, no matter the hour, I realized it was not coincidental.  (Importantly, this happened no matter where I was — at home, or visiting a relative — and would continue for years.  It also proves I could be seen inside my home.)

The intensity of this phase of the FBI/fusion center psyop (which, for many folks, lasts decades) is hard to accurately describe because of its sophisticated nature, and because there are no bruises (yet; though I have been physically altered in multiple ways, which I’ll share at a later time).

Since the “mentally ill” groundwork had been laid, my distant friends and relatives had been primed for what was coming: my reporting of the crazy, nearly unbelieveable events that began happening, and my panic, not knowing where to turn. They (without being aware they had been lied to and “played”) would hear (or read) my reports online and, essentially, nod their heads in a “They-said-she’d-say-things-like-this” sort of way. “Poor thing.”

This slander campaign — complete with false records, deepfake videos, altered documents, etc. continues to this day, as I have previously reported. It is deeply cruel and serves to destroy any and all relationships, old and new.

It is nearly impossible for people who get to live their lives normally, without outside interference in their every outing or plan, to comprehend the fact that, not only does this happen, it happens to untold thousands, in multiple countries, every single day. (Single women are prime targets.)

A man calling a woman who calls him out on something “crazy” or “mentally ill” has been happening since women learned they had a voice. Weak men do that sort of thing. Fine. Whatever.

When that man is an FBI agent, a sheriff, or someone affiliated with them, it is dangerous and life-altering — particularly when they continue the made-up, malicious slander year after year, deeply disrupting the lives of women, and families, all over the world.

They continue the abuse and concurrently continue the slander so that they can get away with the abuse. It is a vicious, never-ending cycle.

They hold the power. And they believe they are above the law. They have the badges, the expertise in lying, gaslighting, and covert hypnosis; they have the technology to falsify anything and everything (and have used it!).

Given that this has gone on for so long, they can’t afford for the truth to be known — or for those they have long lied to, to realize they have been lied to, — so they will continue the aggressive interference in my life — and the lives of so many other women similarly targeted. They will continue the false stories, the theft of evidence, the deep fake videos; the interception of my phone calls and mail (my longtime customers have been unable to reach me for seven years, and I, them); and the interference in my ability to get legal help for as long as they possibly can.

This is a crime affecting thousands of women throughout the United States — but one you won’t hear about in mainstream media, and I am grateful to Dr. Reizer for allowing me the opportunity to share some of my stories, to help expose these invisible atrocities.

For stories from other targeted women, see:
everydayconcerned.net
targetedjustice.com
https://www.amazon.com/Joy-Thieves-taxpayers-surveilling-blacklisting-ebook/dp/B01N3LT0NB
https://books.google.com/books/about/Diary_of_an_Angry_Targeted_Individual.html?id=0FGNzgEACAAJ
https://www.targetedjustice.com/midges-story.html

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Ashley Hayes is a former business entrepreneur, patented inventor, researcher, and writer seeking to bring attention to the clearly-organized crimes of unlawful and corrupt law enforcement and fusion center personnel against innocent Americans and citizens worldwide, as well as crimes committed by military contractors via 21st-century technology, and to the pandemic of child trafficking by those in power.

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