How Intel Agencies
Do Gang Stalking
By Stefan Fobes
Exclusive to Rense.com
12-29-8

Life has been.rather something interesting for me. My life story would definitely take a book to put up in its full detail and context. So I'll just go over this in a nutshell. I was born out of marriage, or as they call it popularly, out of wedlock, to Marie Jacques Graceline Lherisson, later Jacqueline Fobes, and the brother of the current Haitian ambassador to the US, Leopold Joseph. The Fobes family is bigtime bloodline. Just check out these genealogy. The story I'll tell will be, to the reader, quite unbelievable, just to understand the sheer scale of how desperate the intelligence agency/Satanic network is to keep a lockdown on those people born into their families. From top to bottom, you will understand how they stalk a target in a big city. In my case, New York.
 
You must understand that the Illuminati own the public school system lock, stock and barrel. If you put your kid into one of those camps, you understand good and well that you've got the neighborhood and community Satanists, intelligence agency operatives, and a big stew of informants. My elementary school, in New York City, where I went to, the Manhattan New School, was loaded with agency operatives. And most likely still is.
 
Through the system where messages are relayed from point to point through the above listed types of people, my own life was made miserable through sending the children of the local Satanists to rough me up every chance they got, while the "teachers" looked away. Not all the children have to be Satanists to get that sort of job done. If enough people in the right positions make fun of someone and pick on someone, pretty soon, everyone else will too. Or at the very least won't do anything to stop it for fear of looking unpopular too. The names of some of the Satanist teachers at the time I went there are Judy Davis, Kevin Tallat-Kelpsa, Layne Hughes.
 
Operatives, or those accessible by operatives, are all over the place. Really, it's not all that hard for the intelligence agencies to access someone to do what they want to do. I read that story written by that total retard just fluffing gang stalking, and it just made me cringe, especially the part that just laughs off the part about stalkers living near targets. From my experience, I'd say at least, a quarter of all apartment rentals are taken up by operatives from the CIA/NSA/etc, who don't necessarily live there, but hold the space itself to be used for spying purposes at certain times.
 
They generally prefer to get window apartments, in order to see which way their target is going, whether it be by foot or by car or bus or what have you. These spotters can be out on the street in about two minutes at the least (I've timed it), and they are extraordinarily sadistic, although if you have or develop a reputation of being a bit violent or rough around the edges, attempts at pickpocketing you or stealing your money will stop. An intelligence agency spotter will, on one of their little missions, stand wherever they feel they need to to get the job done, even on the steps of a building they don't live in.
 
They seem to project an aura of invisibility, which is enhanced by the nature of cities. Most people do not notice everyone else, even most police officers, so busy are they in the rat race of life, and they could, theoretically stand just about anywhere all night long until the right people are notified and they are questioned as to their business. They even stand in front of and even loiter inside buildings waiting for people they are spying on, buildings that they don't live in, and not be seen as suspicious by the occupants simply because in the big cities, no one knows their own neighbors at all, and don't even care to, such is the raw amount of TV bread and circuses to be awaited in the living room.
 
These intelligence agency spotters also have their little cars of course. Real nice cars. I'm talking Lexuses, shiny new SUVs, which are company cars. Generally they use cellphones to communicate, although I am seeing lately more of a trend towards iPhones. They also wear wires. They come from all ethnicities, White, Black, Hispanic. Even people as old as about 65 are used, and as young as 16. Although Whites are used the most, and then after that Hispanics, and then after that Blacks. Although, if a person is seen as trusting only Black people, they will switch over to using more Black minions.
 
They dress in dark colors (navy blue, grey, black) and a couple of them I have seen even wore full suits. They always travel in at least pairs. Whenever you see one, there's another somewhere close by. You will notice them on the job by their robotic way, like an organic lighthouse, the way the move their head rapidly left and right, over and over and over looking around, cell phone or iPhone in hand. If they are walking on foot they have either knapsacks, or with the women, handbags. I have never gotten the opportunity to find out what is in them yet.
 
This at first, when they are more complacent and they do not yet realize that they are being seen by their target in their activities, is easy to see if an eye is kept on the environment and know how to recognize patterns. During this stage, as soon as they saw me, well, then they would detatch themselves from where they were sitting or standing and get right to walking. Also, when seen, and it is made clear that it is understood that they are there, they generally either do one of several things.
 
The first is to start talking into their phone to their operator in code that sounds like regular conversation. They also might put their hand to their ear and start talking to their operator. Tinted windows on cars are a favorite because they are far less likely to be seen by sharper eyed targets. If the spotter gets extra spooked, he will call backup, which usually consists of two men who "seem" to be engaged in conversation, but no matter how engaged the two seem to be in their talking, one always has his eyes riveted on the person he is spying on. After it is determined that there is no harm to the spotter, these two men will split up in opposite directions. The same tactic will be used if discovered, if two spotters are on foot in a stationary position close by together.
 
Another way to enhance the spying is, in the course of the spying, go into stores where the person they are spying on goes to frequently, and then contact the manager or owner or whoever is on duty at the establishment most often, and then tell them that the person they are spying on is a criminal, or involved in something shady. Or they just get full agents jobs in the stores themselves to keep an eye on things.
 
A rumor was spread through to the gangs and drug dealers at my high school by my half-brother Michael Fobes, who has extensive connections into the illegal drug trade and Arizona and New York gangs, that I was a police officer, and that I had weapons hidden in my coat. I don't need to tell readers just how dangerous that was. When these people want to try to control someone, everything they got will be used to undermine that person's quality of well being in daily life, and these are just some of the tools of the trade, albeit the most basic and fundamental ones.
 
After a spotter tries to skip off, they will always look over their shoulder with a angry or suspicious look on their face, or suddenly stop in the middle of the street and then pretend to look in a store window. One woman, last week did this, smiling all the way like she thought she was important and smart. If they know they are being followed, they will try to shake a person by going into a store, hoping that their quarry will get tired and try to go back about their previous business.
 
Every single mannerism, look, gesture, and physical movement, no matter how slight is watched sharply and reported back to their handler, who then gets the data crunched, and passed between the nodes of the surveillance network where it is brainstormed and then a new strategy formulated based upon the most current data. Strangely enough, they seem to like to be seen as ninjas or something and will also wait till they are out of my line of sight, and quickly move away to somewhere, as though to try to get the message to me that they are mystical.
 
No you are not mystical, you are little imps who are being targeted for the same tyranny as everyone else, not knowing who you serve or what's coming for you. Most these people don't even know how fast it's coming, and for the ones who do, there is no honor among thieves, and if they think the Illuminati don't keep tabs on them and will let them live in a planned New World Order with their knowledge of agency operations and spying tactics, where they could grow to be a threat, they must surely believe in Santa, too. The people who will live and be subkings of little fiefdoms in the planned global dictatorship are already handpicked, and these poor foot soldiers aren't among the chosen and are seen as cattle just like every other "global citizen".
 
The superintendent in my building, named Ed Hot, who hides behind that name and it isn't even his full one, and his wife, Sally Hot, are intelligence agency assets. Two others in my building are as well, and there are a couple more in the building to the left and to the right of mine, as well as some accessible people in the construction company down the block who have a grudge against me for some silly little reason. My main problem, is that since I live with my mother's husband, Robert Fobes, throughout all of this, it has been difficult not to be tracked, and the elaborate procedures just to get out to get something to eat during the day would make any Vietnam vet groan with amazement. No joke. Robert Fobes has a communication device on him which he then alerts his fellow intelligence agency operatives as to my comings and goings. He and his friends have also bugged the apartment we live in so that even when he is gone, the tracking attempts can still go on. The recie! vers for that equipment are in other operatives day apartments and it would be interesting to crack open their doors and see all of what was in there. This could all be easily proven in court by accessing the cell phone records of the people involved, where they just straight out plan and brainstorm and trade daily reports of the spying, so if you people want to sue me, go straight ahead. Let this all come out in court.
 
This all started to really intensify when I had 100% pinned down my half brother Michael Fobes as a key node in all of this. So when I confronted him on this, and then angrily hung up the phone, he showed his true colors, as I thought he would, and then tried to get me committed. In the intelligence agency/Satanic hierarchy, he and his wife Hellali Berlinger Fobes are higher than Robert Fobes and actually dictate orders to him. Robert Fobes, when in his agency mode and not hiding behind the senile friendly old man personality, is the most sycophantic, pathetic individual you could ever hear or see when talking to them. Yes. I understand. What do you want me to do. Ugh. Here's what he looks like.
 
Another key tactic, just in case you were wondering, is to call up a potential employer of a person that is being spied and tracked, and tell them that they are a terrorist, a member of a gang, any sort of thing that will defile their reputation. This is why I am typing this here now.
 
The Fobes family have many reptilian shapeshifters in their clan. Robert Fobes proudly says in all seriousness he's a blood drinker, he worships Lucifer, and that he comes from a reptilian bloodline and that I have a human mind which is different from his. Even if most people cringe at this information, well, all I can say is just that I'm putting it out there. And to please take a look at a photo of the deceased Queen Mother of England sometime.
 
So, this is how a typical day goes with the minions. When I leave, and Robert Fobes is in the apartment, the communications device is pressed, and from the neighborhood cracks and crevices spring out the spotters. They prefer the pincer mode of spying - at least one person behind and one person ahead. They operate on a Matrix like system where the operator guides them where to go, working from the profile list of places where I regularly go. They are easily seen when you know to look because frankly, they have an unusually watchful look in their eyes and a demeanor about them that just screams fed. They will always park illegally, and always have their hands on the wheel. The street spotters are available 24/7, seven days of the week. Using this one ahead, one behind tactic, they can appear to be psychic to those who don't understand where all of it is coming from.
 
Two years ago pictures were taken of me quite often, and then I was a little bit scared, but no trace of that remains now that I see the lack of vital strength radiating from the people involved in this. If readers could see some of the emaciated effeminate looking guys they put on me, they would be collapsing with laughter. These people are no talent hacks who probably never could get a real job in the first place. That's why they joined up with Big Brother. Why should anyone in their right mind, knowing this, be scared of them, no matter what their tracking capabilities?
 
I would suggest this be stored in people's minds very carefully because this may well be the way they use to track political figures and other people they have an axe to grind with in order to assassinate them.
 
Why they do this has something to do with my mother, who is seen as property by the Fobes family, and apparently (haha) they actually see me as property as well. She had the classic glassy eyes that you find so often when you look at photos of people who claim to be under mind control, and I suppose they want themselves a new "asset". Well, I love to disappoint you - I'm no one's asset but my own. Why do I put this out, if I'm really in such a position?
 
Because I don't like living like this, and no one else should. Besides, I've had a couple of near brushes with death, and I'm still here after all these 22 years and attempts to undermine my mind, and at the right times and moments, and with a LOT of use of passion and hard work, things just seemed to turn aside at the last moment, so I guess something somewhere has love for me. I want to set an example for anyone else out there who is living in circumstances like this to wisely find someone (or someones) accessible who has a big readership and get your story to them. Public exposure is the worst thing that could happen in these creatures minds, and the last straw on the NWO back.
How Intel, Police Do Gang
Stalking And Surveillance
By Stefan Fobes
5-14-9

Hello again. This is a continuation of my December 2008 story on how intelligence agencies do gang stalking.
 
What is happening in my life is not your standard case of gang stalking. The general picture one gets is it is usually community done, but in my case, it seems to be something more sinister.
 
The people that have done this are a team-up of both cops and feds. This team-up now says to me that the (http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1883101,00.html) fusion center's been put on me. They are obsessed with trying to know every little detail of my life -- what I eat, how I eat, when I eat, who I eat with, who I talk to, when I go out, what my expression is when I go out, how I react to everything. This ramped up in about 2001 when my mother, Jacqueline Fobes, started working at New York's One Police Plaza. It seems someone got scared that she would figure out just how pervasive this went, and as a result about 3-4 cars were put outside the apartment where we lived at the time, with her husband/handler Robert Fobes, who I talked about in the other article I've written.
 
It was believed I was a police officer in high school and so the local gangs as well as Satanists at Bayard Rustin Educational Complex (also in New York) were mobilized to follow me around and gather information on me. The principal, John G. Angelet was in on it, and himself is tight with the police and is very paranoid. I would say insane, from being in his presence a few times. I heard word there that he loved to submit people's names to terror watch lists for even the tiniest of things. A couple of the teachers I remember in on it were Mr. Lawson and Dr. Onobugu. The big secret about, at least, New York's gangs is that they are all intelligence agency controlled with full time liasons. It's like they say about the Mob and the CIA -- the same organization at the highest levels. Same thing there.
 
It is a 24/7 watch, with spotters up and down the block in their apartments working in shifts. Street and car spotters from the NYPD, homeless community, low income people, mind controlled slaves and intelligence operatives are prepositioned and on call in safe-apartments paid for by the government. Step out, the call goes out for them also to come out. The one thing that links these people together is that they are the lowest elements of society and no pair of Ray-Bans can hide that. They are not psychic, they just are anal about information gathering and correct coordination. They operate on a point to point relay system where one person stands on the street or sits in a car with cellphone, iPhone, BlackBerry, or Verizon 3G in hand and when I pass by one their operator will instantly be notified as to my position. And after that more spotters will fan out covering all four directions from that block where I was. Before they would see me and then go off, talking into their phone, but since I wasn't too cooperative with being stalked they now stand in place until I reach the spotter after them in line, who then speaks to their operator and the person before them I've walked past goes off back home.
 
If the public knew how many safe-apartments the intelligence agencies had, their eyes would be rolling on the floor. It is staggering the amount I have found there to be. Spotters are also on hand to support the ones on the ground up in apartment buildings looking down. If I happen not to be cooperative with the stalking, about a dozen or so of foot walkers will be dispatched with a phone in hand till they find me. Once found, immediately move hand to phone to their ear and start snitching. A new tactic is to wait till I have my back turned and then pull out the headphones for their iPhone and then get on the phone. I guess they saw me looking at their hands too much. So sad. They don't even know who they're working for, and many of them wouldn't even care because so many of them are so desperate for the money and the ego boost. It is also horrible to see people call this paranoid without even using basic logic. They have no idea how real intelligence surveillance and tracking procedures are carried out, just smoky little images that are as far from reality as it gets given to them by the TV.
 
The NYPD has a tactic where they use plainclothes officers in New York City cabs as lull down props to catch people by surprise. This has been used more than a few times to track me. Ordinary cars also drive by as backup. I am seen as stupid because my mother was ordered by her handlers to try and smash my skull in many times. My body is very stubborn and it hasn't had the effect they'd like, hence extreme measures are employed by filling up literally a whole city block last Tuesday in the Tudor City part of Manhattan with operatives. They use the pretending to read the paper (in 80 degree weather in a car with no AC on), fake couple act, pretending to recline in a car, pretending to read a book in front of me, all sorts of stuff. So desperate they are to find out where I am, as many as five guys can be used on one block just to make sure I am where I am. I am rumored to hold amazing voodoo powers from my mother who was born in Haiti, as well as psychic ability. They all look the same. The young, skinny police informants, the spooks, the cops. You all have that low aspect about you, the barely disguised looks of murder and hate in your eyes. All obvious criminals and the worst of society. It is like someone cloned them all. They think they are so smart just because people not aware of them are in a box only slightly, slightly smaller than the one they are in.
 
The spooks with the bags live out of these same knapsacks they carry. They flit from safehouse to safehouse, as they go from job to job.
 
A big recruiting ground for a lot of things is St. Bartholomew's Church in New York where a lot of that, and it seems, other nasty activities go on. I've never seen more mind controlled people in one small area in my life. How did I see them? Check out Britain's Princess Beatrice. The eyes are perfectly like that a lot of the time. Watchful eyes are kept in New York's homeless community size up potential recruits in the soup kitchens and elsewhere, I've found. They are the perfect spies and can be paid next to nothing to do that.
 
This is even deeper than I originally thought with the room I sleep in under constant ELF bombardment. I can actually feel it at times like a dark fire burning something around me that's about two feet from my body that feels like it's part of me, even though it's not a part of my physical body. After I wrote (http://warofillusions.wordpress.com/2008/10/30/so-
what-does-the-obama-logo-mean-anyway/)So what does the Obama logo mean, anyway? which was my top viewed article at the time, I was told to stop by Robert Fobes. I didn't. One night shortly after that, I had a strange dream where it was dark and the toilet was flushing while a guy I didn't know was standing outside it. When I woke up I had the sleep paralysis, and in the morning when I went to post some articles after that, I couldn't summon up the will to do it. My slight irritation of people not wanting to know the truth and instead viewing fluff stories about Obama birth certificates had turned into a deep contempt for humanity. It was like someone transmitted something straight into my subconscious mind to command me not to write anymore. Later on, I had a sort of "knowing" which told me how to "burn" the compulsion directly out of my mind. It worked. If anyone thinks that the government cannot broadcast ELF transmissions which can alter human mental and emotional processes, then I would direct them to the devices that anyone can buy which send out waves that drive roaches and rats out of their house. It is the exact same type of technology.
 
There seems to be an additional esoteric aspect to this, with a small subgroup of spotters, who are the lowest of the bunch. If you've seen the dessicated looking alcoholic who just looks shabby as hell, the used up looking prostitute, the crazy eyed lady who is avoided by everyone, you will know the type. These people are continually used to just try to talk to me, and always try to get money or items from me. It doesn't matter what it is, a plastic bag, anything at all. Whenever someone talks to another person, even saying hi, an energetic connection is opened. When money is exchanged, energy is exchanged. When anything is given, energy is also given. These people are literal psychic vampires sent to drain my energy. If everyone went and studied everything they can about psychic vampires, they would find that they have a complete mirror image of how the Illuminati operate. This is no coincidence.
 
I remember from when I was younger, Hellali Berlinger Fobes, then his girlfriend and now his wife/handler always asked my half brother Michael Fobes, about the most minute details of my life. She is Israeli and a bloodthirsty Zionist who hates Arabs and Blacks to death. Which is funny because there are Indians and Arabs and Blacks used to spy on me. Apparently word is out that my grandmother on my mother's side is going to or has given me money. Their jaws are out for it. This person needs to be investigated as well as her masters. Deeply. She was sent in to try to finish the job of wrecking both mine and my half-brother's life. She is also heavily programmed.
 
He hates our mother with a vengeance. He thinks that I got the life he should have had. Well, man, perhaps he should have had my life. Perhaps you should have had your head bashed into floors and walls. Perhaps you should have had every one of your toys destroyed to try and shut down your heart and a child's natural desire to play. Perhaps you should have been kept up studying useless crap for a government kamp (public school) for two days at a time. Hmm? Everything comes at a price, reptile. You are working for the very same people who turned your mother into the person she became, that neglected you as she did. Feel those emotions for them.
 
As soon as I throw something in a trash can, it is immediately snatched up by one of these pawns. They believe they can drain my energy and open up connections to me through this. I do not rule the possibility of that out. But I have absolutely no faith in their techniques because I know myself and who I am. They think I am an easy mark because I have zero family that I've been able to get a hold of so far. Yet, interestingly enough, even now I have an deep, calm feeling that there is absolutely nothing to worry about, the same way I just "know" that the Illuminati don't have long for this world. It goes beyond mind and beyond logic, even in this, from a physical level, impossible situation.
 
The pawns are seen as Illuminati property, and any insult to them or taunting of them or standing up for myself is dumbly, by them, seen as a threat. Indeed it is unwise to threaten the Illuminati, because it tells them you are on the same level of consciousness they are and when they see that, they tend to rush in. So I stood up for myself one day to operative all the time/building where I live at superintendent Idriz Hot [also needs serious investigation done on him], and later on in the night, I was sitting on the steps of Mt. Sinai Hospital, and out of nowhere, this guy with jeans comes around the corner in storm of the century type pouring rain with no shirt on to try and choke me to death. I know he was mind controlled. Of course, I got him off, the cops were called, he tried to run from them, was arrested and who knows where he is now. They are quite serious and dedicated about this, and really, I'm even more so. You have to be, in this sort of situation. It is one thing to read about the Illuminati, a whole another dimension living it.
 
So this is my very strange story. This situation is not the best. Anyone who can offer advice or assistance can reach me at stefanf@ftml.net .