Older readers will want to refresh their memories on this issue by reading READER | Cyberstalker harasses multiple targets, which tells the story of a stalker arranging a trick with a male prostitute for me without my knowledge, and without the knowledge that I didn't arrange said trick on the part of the prostitute. It goes on to describe the act in which the prostitute purportedly agreed to engage in (i.e., scat).
Newer readers will want to avoid this altogether; it wouldn't make sense to you at this point in time. The days when it was apparent how this type of conduct on the part of stalkers coalesced with my demon problem are long gone, and you will be hard-pressed not to ask, "What does this have to do with demons/the paranormal?"
NOTE | If an answer must be given to newcomers, I'll just say, it's what these weirdos do and say. It's part of their thing that they do. I never would have thought so until it happened; I figured demon stuff always looked like something you'd see in "The Exorcist," but, it isn't.Once you've read up on the first attempt by one of my cyberstalkers to arrange a fetishistic sex date of the aforementioned kind, you can proceed to read the following e-mails and text messages:
The stalker recreates his own version of a copy of the "original" e-mail sent from me (bottom) | I show him what the e-mail headers actually look like by providing an example (bottom) |
Whether you're old or new, you'll want to read the latest post on this topic, Third death threat adds decapitation to penectomy, and the earliest post, AUDIO | Demons announced plans to damage penis to gang-stalkers as far back as 2006. Both of these posts refer to about a half a dozen posts inbetween; you'll want to read those, too.
Once you've done that to yourselves, read the latest e-mail I received (below), which, by the way, I sort of have to admit I brought on myself by accidentally sending a LinkedIn invitation to the stalker:
Not only did I accidentally invite this guy to connect on LinkedIn... | ...I responded to him before I realized who he was |