I am in the process of remembering more of the details, which surrounded the suspicious fire, which destroyed my Andover (Potter Place) New Hampshire home in 2001. Like other heavy parts of the targeting, it was surrounded by extenuating circumstances and odd chains of events, which can get difficult to explain in a short article. So I will try to stick to the details, which seem most important.
By early 2001 I’d decided to sell my home and build a cabin on a 5 acre property, which I was aiming to purchase from a friend in Nova Scotia. . .as well as purchasing another property in America - my home country.
My initial aim to sell my home was due to a chain of events, which included unusual things happening, like doors slamming in the middle of the night and phone calls with only heavy breathing, or silence on the line...etc. On one particular night, my kitchen door slammed so hard that it vibrated the house. I went down stairs to find it left open. I closed it, went back upstairs and then it was slammed again. I went back down and found it left open again. At this point I got scared and called the police. No one was there when they arrived and searched my house. And the latch was secure. Someone was obviously accessing my home and trying to scare me when I was there alone.
At the time, I thought it was probably being done by a perpetrator from the New Jersey area, whom I’d just pulled my youngest daughter away from, and had hired a private investigator to help with the process. I thought that perhaps he was seeking revenge, because he’d already tried to cause trouble for me with my local police department, accusing me of harassing him with phone calls...etc., although it was the other way around.
In order to avoid the situation my daughter went to stay with a friend at the university in Durham, NH. The peace and safety that we had felt in our country home had been shattered. When I put the house up for sale I told my daughters that I was selling because I couldn’t afford it anymore, so that my youngest daughter would not blame herself. I’m glad I didn’t continue on the line of feeling angry with her for giving our address to the web perpetrator/predator...etc., because it turns out that this man was only a small part of the targeting process and the other obvious parts of it could have been being done by anyone who is part of the group, which has been targeting us. But, at the time, I did not know that we had already been being covertly targeted and what that entailed.
I had swapped vehicles with an acquaintance who had a pick up truck, as I aimed to move my belongings from the house to a storage bin, after signing a contract with a buyer. (I’d set the closing date two weeks before I was due to move out of the house.) On the morning of the closing I woke early to prepare and found that the truck would not start when I’d aimed to do a quick run to the store. I called AAA and a mechanic came, listened to it, crawled under it and said that something had been disconnected. He reconnected it and it started right up. He said that it must have been disconnected by bumps on the road, but I felt that it had been intentionally disconnected by someone.
If I had not tried to start the truck, long before the time when I had to head for the bank, I’d probably not have made it to the closing. Perhaps this was the aim. But I did get there and ownership of the property was transferred. I had two weeks to get my belongings packed and vacate the property. I rushed to do most of the work in the first week so that my last few days in the house could be a relaxed and peaceful farewell to this property, which I had put a lot of heart and soul into remodeling and turning into a comfortable four bedroom home.
It was hard to sell and leave, especially since I got the call, which informed me that the friend, whom I was purchasing land from in Nova Scotia, suddenly died of a heart attack. I was also informed that my old Loudon, NH home had sold before a set auction date, which I’d hoped to attend. My plans had dropped like flies being shot with raid. I still aimed to sell, due to feeling unsafe there, although I had no idea of where I was going to go. And I never got the peaceful time I’d deeply needed, in order to figure this out.
Around the evening of May 7, 2001 I was on the phone with a man, whom I now feel was involved in the targeting from the start. I told him I had to get off the phone and go shopping. (We’d been in a rocky, off and on, relationship through my 5 year stay in that home.) I was selling my house and leaving the area and he was not very happy about it.
On my drive back from Concord, NH, where I’d gone shopping, I suddenly smelt smoke in my car and even started having an odd physical reaction, as if I were breathing in smoke. This got so intense that I stopped the car on the side of the road, looked around it, saw nothing and continued driving home feeling baffled. This was a very odd experience - unlike anything I have ever experienced. I later assumed that it must have been some sort of odd intuition, but my natural intuition does not work that way. I now think it was probably technologically generated, by those who target me and knew that my house was on fire as I drove home.
When I arrived home, and walked into my kitchen, I smelled a faint smokey odor. I checked the basement, assuming that maybe the furnace was backfiring. It was not that, but the odor was unusual and strong enough to concern me. I thought maybe something was smoldering in a wall - maybe something electrical. I called the fire department to come check it out. Then I got concerned and ran up the stairs to grab some of my personal things, just in case it got worse.
When I got to the middle of the stairs I suddenly hit a wall of smoke and heat. I ran outside to look up at the windows and saw flames through a second story window on the end of the house where my bedroom was. I frantically called the fire department again and started throwing boxes, which I’d packed and stacked downstairs, out into the yard. A police officer came and stopped me from accessing the house. He said it was too dangerous. I remember him being very kind and had diverted my attention through offering to help me pick up photographs, that had spilt over my yard as I threw things outside. Luckily I was able to save a box filled with albums of my daughter’s childhood pictures.
The fire took an unusually long time to be put out. I can not explain how horrible it felt to stand there and watch it burn. I remember thoughts racing through my mind and wondering if it was my fault - if I had left a candle burning...etc. But there were a few odd things that surrounded the fire...
1. I heard that there were two other fires on the same night. And I am not sure if the first responding fire department, which took charge at my house, was the local one.
As things seemed to drag on with what appeared to be no attempt to put out the fire, a local fireman, who was off duty, tried to find out what was happening. I remember him apologizing to me and frustratedly saying, “I’m not in charge here.” Apparently they sent him away.
It was hours before a pool of water was set up in the yard to extinguish the flames. The odd thing about this was that I had a large brook in my back yard, which the local fire department had used for a practice drill, to help me fill my swimming pool with water, just a few years before this. The water was already there and this was well known by the the local fire department.
2. After the fire was finally out, and the fire trucks were pulling out, a police officer came to me and asked if I wanted him to call the fire marshal and have an investigation started. As I thought about it he said, “I would if I were you.” And I agreed.
3. The fire marshal, and a few other people investigated for a few days. The marshal told me that the burn pattern was suspicious - that due to his findings, and a police report, it looked like the fire was put out in one room and then restarted in another room.
The fire marshal was trying to figure out how the fire jumped from one room to the other without the normal burn pattern. I remember him leaving little silver cans in the rooms, which he said were to detect chemicals, which may have been used to start and/or restart the fire. I remember him questioning if the fire may have traveled from one room to the next through the duct work, until I informed him that it had not been in use and had been covered with hardwood flooring, which I'd recently installed.
He’d repeatedly asked me what was in the room, where the fire appeared to have been restarted, but my mind kept going completely blank; for some odd reason, I could not remember what was in that room, while they were there and questioning me. I had told the fire department, shortly after their arrival, that there was money and other important things in that room and had begged them to do all they could to save it from the fire. It is very strange that I completely forgot this as investigators questioned me.
The fire marshal seemed like a good man who had worked hard to figure things out, but it remained a mystery. In the end of his last day there he came to sit on the edge of my deck with me, and expressed frustration over having to list the fire as an unknown cause. I wasn't of much help due to my mind going blank. And, at the time, I didn’t realize that I was being targeted, beyond the man who had perpetrated my daughter through the web, and that those who target me could have had more than one reason for wanting to destroy what was in that room.
I later remembered what was in the room, because it was the room, which contained my most cherished personal belongings, and I soon started missing them. It contained my journals, where I had logged nearly three decades of experiences and dreams; notebooks filled with over three decades of my poetry; the final manuscript to a book, which I’d just written on the subject of "Embracing Feelings" and avoiding psychiatric pharmaceuticals
; thousands of dollars in cash; my address book - all of my personal contacts; my clothes...etc. (Please read this article; www.targetedinamerica.com/psychiatry.html)
4. The fact that I could not remember things and felt so completely numb could be blamed on shock. That is what I’d blamed it on. But now that I realize how I am being targeted, and that those who target me/us use drugs and laser beams to effect brain function. . .I think I was probably also being effected by at least one of these things through this time.
5. Shortly after this fire, another fire broke out in the storage bins where I had stored what was left of my belongings. I do not think this was a coincidence. Luckily my bin was not effected. But it appeared that it was intended to be, because the man whom I had been leaving, had zoomed back in during and after the fire, and was with me when my daughter called to tell me about the fire at the storage bins. He had expressed that he’d thought my bin was in the row where the fire was. This seemed a bit suspicious, because of the expression on his face when he said it. . .as if he had done something wrong - given the wrong information to someone.
6. I heard that rumors were being spreading around town, that my house had been torched for insurance money. Due to the real estate closing taking place before I moved, and my canceling my insurance policy, literally days before the fire, I was not insured. Technically, I did not even own the house at the time of the fire. Even if my personal belongings had been insured, my greatest losses were things that were literally irreplaceable and would have had no value to an insurance company. (This same rumor was spread after another suspicious fire at my father’s place in 1980. He was not insured either. These sorts of false rumor campaigns are typical of covert targeting.)
7. After the fire I felt overwhelmed and needed time to sort things out. That time never fully came due to continued targeting, which included the sudden suspicious death of my little brother in 2002, after he had started figuring out that something was wrong. Within a few years before and after the fire my daughters and I were surrounded by multiple deaths and obvious rounds of technological targeting.
The targeting has often vamped up when I start trying to remember and write down what has happened. I was being shot in the head and back of the neck, with some sort of laser weapon, and remained in physical pain as I wrote the first draft of this article. Both my computer and I were blasted with microwaves as I began realizing the patterns I list in this article.
I felt thankful for the briefcase, which firemen had retrieved, through climbing onto a balcony and pulling a rug through a set of sliding glass doors on the opposite end of the house from where the fire was. (This brief case contained a few of my childhood writings and a copy of my first book - "A Lifetime of Feelings," which I wrote in the 1980s.) I later sent a thank you letter to the local fire department for saving the briefcase. But I now remember someone pushing me to send this letter while making me feel guilty for not acknowledging the “positive” parts. Was this a cover up? This seems to be the same sort of thing that happened around the taking of my Loudon home, where things were set up for me to be the one to make it all look like a good thing, although it wasn’t.
Another pattern existed around this fire and the Alstead flood disaster. This was the process of my blaming myself in ways that were totally unrealistic. Though I never remembered actually leaving a candle burning, or any of the other self blaming ideas, (some of which could not have even happened) I kept thinking that I must have been responsible for the fire, through at least a couple years. I had even gone through a period of feeling worried that the investigators would blame me, although they obviously hadn’t and realistically couldn’t have. I now feel that I was being heavily brainwashed through this time. I have wondered if I had been drugged, but my condition seems more like technological brainwashing due to the fact that there are only specific things, which I did not remember, while all else remained clear. And the things I forgot were what could expose a criminal motive.
I went through a similar thing after a suspicious flood wiped out the Alstead, NH neighborhood, which I’d moved to in 2005. Four of my neighbors were killed in that flood, which was caused by a plugged culvert and a stalled storm. And it appeared that I'd been brainwashed into blaming myself for their deaths. . .for reasons that were not even true or realistic. I believe that part of this brainwashing was technologically done, but parts of it were probably also due to things that perpetration puppets were saying to me around this time.
My legal name was Namatari Neachi (my pen name) during the time of the Andover/Potter Place, NH fire and the Alstead flood.
The Adirondack Shack
Coming soon - My experiences with being targeted into selling a wilderness cabin, I'd
owned in Upstate New York, from December 2001 to May of 2003.
The Alstead Flood
Coming soon - how a neighborhood, which I had just moved to, was wiped out in a flash flood,
which was caused by a stalled storm and a pluggged culvert in 2005.
The Resurreting Phoenix and 1989 Oldsmobile
Coming soon - the sabotaging of the vehicles I have been
forced to live in as my homes, work and health continued being sabotaged since 2005.
P.S. I was also heavily targeted in a rental near Nashville, TN in 2004;
in a New York rental in 2006; in a rental in Wears Beach, NH in 2007/2008 winter...etc.
Since shoving me into homeless perpetration has often zoomed in to rent me
a space in there homes...etc. I have learned that vehicles are the safest place for
me to live until the targeting is exposed and stopped. . .if that day
ever comes for me. No place is really safe, due to my standing so alone.
Right now I am a prisoner in a vehicle, which can be accessed when I leave it go into a public bathroom or store
. . .and is under the threat of being stolen (especially since I was forced to put what is left of my journals.writings in it) if I do not stand guard 24/7. This is indescribably difficult.
This is not a "theory." Its a fight for our lives.
Its not a matter of if you "believe it" or not -
its a matter of if you are aware and if you can care to
help restore our safety and freedom.
World I See
kind of world can my weary eyes See
What kind of world need grow to
A world where kindness picks up paces
To lift broken people
from wounded places.
A world where the void of greed and hate
filled with Love by the hands of fate,
A world where all is in a state
And none are left in deep despair.