I Am the Innocent Baby Rabbit

Let's look at door slamming in a residence or in a space one is trying to sleep.  In its aspect it is satanistic, but practiced by a cult that has practiced very severe silence, and lack of normal living activities, it is Wiccanistic Satanism from The Orient, mainly Hmong, in the world of today.  I have learned to practice silence as a response, but last night they broke the silence around the TV's and conversations in the hallway.  Their loud laughter was just so very obvious as well as the first time I have heard a TV anywhere in the building (at about the same time).  There is now a shattering of their plans and dreams of absolute authority. No guys, you were not being me.  I have Buddhist Rinpoche credibility of meditation from Waikiki to present (I received my White Tara and prayer cord, publicly, from a Cambodian born Tibetan Buddhist Rinpoche, from upstate NY, when I was 30.) and two courses of Vipassna mediation training.  That is ten days straight of ten hours of meditation with only breakfast and lunch, with one hour to WALK on the grounds.  All of this is without speaking except for one hour where the meditation instructor took only one question from the students who got in there during that time.   When I experienced difficulty a few years ago, I brought in monks to speak for me when I was being abused in a system I was investigating.  I was screamed at and almost beaten for that choice.  I have been so exhausted and ill recently because I had to deal with this residential mystical deceit on me for all community.  The reality is that I know that it will get better, but I feel them going at the air that I breath and the parts of me that make me me.  The whirlpool was shut down today at my health club, so I tried the sauna.  My lungs just could not take it.  I was in an awful mood, but I got up, did my dishes and washed the range, and prepared for my mother's arrival.  We made it to the pool and had our own lanes, and I was a bit slow today, but I still swam my normal yardage.  I finally told my mother, when we were at Chipotle trying their carne asade, about the door slamming, odd silence, and lack of cooking.  There was strong telepathy that this residence has this community them all on their knees.  They were grateful for my techniques.  My mother gets it and will now work with her own authority.  My apartment is a joint venture for us.  She put in the seed money and I pay the mortgage payments and keep it in prime condition without needing repair.  She now knows how we got it for such a good price.  She now knows that my sorcery is reaching the apex in all traditions and that I have used telepathy to deal with their assaults up until now.  Talk about a flipping project.  I just sensed satanism when I viewed the property and now I see the layers are forming and this crew does not know how to manage these different traditions.  They broke into my apartment the night after I moved in.  I did call the police in.  They went through many of my things, but stole only weird things like some of my cheese.  A Wiccan part of Sgt. Dunlop (CPD) came through and stole things at a rate I could handle, mystically.  I could tell when it was him, and when it was them.  I now have a lock down as long as I stay in when I am too exhausted or timid to go out.  Now Dunlop just helps me find things or makes them just reappear.  The last big thing this "villain" sect was telepathically telling me to put my keys down my shirt (I hang them around my neck.), and I pulled them out a moment later, and the outside door key and my apartment key were switched in order on the ring.  I just thought, "Oh that is interesting."  As a group, this troop will try again tonight, or this week.  I just go day to day, and take stock as I cook and clean at home and go to do PT and swim and/ or to write.  Their telepathy is fairly paranoid, but it will only get worse with each other.  They built the trap for all of you, then this baby rabbit made a warren from the dark energies and now THEY are stuck in this trap that may become HCMC Psych, county lock down, or the street.  For me, same sh**, different day.