For example, in the case of theft, you might be berated for not taking appropriate security measures, which could have happened, for example, when a demon walked right into your safe while cloaked and then beamed your money and valuables out of the safe once inside. And, even if that's the case, no one is going to accept that explanation if they're told not to by their Voices Demons.
You may also be blamed for having a weak personality or for having been intoxicated; however—and, as was the case with me—you will simply be intimidated into giving it to people who have the ability, and have threatened to use their ability, to cause harm, and who are recruited by demons for that purpose, i.e., the gang-stalkers. That's called either strong-arm robbery, or just plain robbery, and maybe with assault with a deadly weapon.
NOTE | For the record, I was rarely intimidated, but was beaten, which means they hire people who are willing to get your money either without violence or with. Then, you will be berated for making poor choices of friends, even though, in my case, I did not choose to hang out with an enormous crowd of White and Mexican gay-bashing straights and motorcycle gangsters—all of whom were way outside my peer group—who lived (or wanted to live) a life of organized crime, which would have been a change so major in my life's history that not even unabashed and wanton drug use could explain such a ridiculous change in my case. Everyone kept referring to them as my "friends," even though I never defined them as such (even the police did this in reports). When I would insist they weren't friends—but, rather, a gang of thugs equipped to rob and the like—family and friends would still call them this. Of course, I couldn't understand why at the time because I didn't know about the advanced positioning of the demons within my social support network; and, having had no other reasonable and likely explanation at the time, I was eventually driven to my first suicide attempt in jail in December 2006—the stated goal of the gang-stalkers' campaign of harassment and fear—when my own mother lied to police to put me there on behalf of the Voices Demons.In this audio recording of a phone call with long-time friend Long Cao, a perfect example of this is given in the situation in which I became homeless due to the wrongful failure to refund any money for rent paid to my current landlord/human collaborator, after having been forced out only two days after having paid the money (and, a portion of that money came from the county specifically for the payment of rent).
|Long "Kevin" Cao|
NOTE | In the eviction trial, Judge Barnum was actually instructed to violate clearly established case law by a centurion demon, standing partially cloaked behind his right shoulder, whereas I would have had the eviction dismissed, and would have been awarded the fair market value of three-months rent, plus moving expenses, for a total of $3,995. This shows how petty and baby-ish demons handle losing, or the prospect of losing, and is a clear downside of having nearly unlimited power as compared to others in this world as far as maintaining it as a lawful, civilized and orderly place. They simply state that they are allowed to break laws against some people. I find they are awfully adept at it breaking laws in very technical and ingenious ways to really buy this; they go about things in ways that make Mission Impossible look like crap. There's that, plus the fact that they only break laws, so it's not like breaking laws—even for a reason—is something that is a contrast to what they do otherwise. (Finally, let's not forget that we're talking about demons here, and not people; I didn't ask for an explanation as to why demons do bad thing in the first place. Would you? They look like skeletons in cloaks, monsters with fangs—no halos, no angelic wings, or long, flowing white robes. Do you think they do good sometimes, even inadvertently, ever?)So, basically, as soon as the Voices Demons and the gang-stalkers attacked, I went from being known for my history of a crime-free life, full of nothing but a self-supporting lifestyle that was at least the minimum required for any adult in this world (but, in most ways, above average), to this loser pushover who lost everything to drugs, all in one day (it doesn't happen that fast, believe me).
Another demon-led attempt to evict me from my home is described in HOME | Demonic plan to oust me from new apartment backfires on roommate.