Pamela Ayn Austen
We tolerated secret societies until they finally stopped tolerating us.
- Pamela Ayn Austen
"And the demon answered, 'My name is Legion, for we are many.'" (Mark 5:9)
My name is Pamela Ayn Austen, and I have been a Targeted Individual for most of my adult life, though I didn't come to realize it until major damage was already done, and I had to learn about gang stalking the hard way.
I have found the videos and articles below useful for myself and those interested in the reality of what seems like a crazy and fantastically fictional thing. If I wrote a book, I would entitle it: The Crazy Truth About Gang Stalking. Gang stalking is formulated to seem crazy, just so the Targets of it can be called crazy by the ones perpetrating it and carrying it out, especially by law enforcement and the courts, who have their own "doctors" waiting in the wings to "diagnose" Targets as paranoid schizophrenic, to institutionalize them and erase them from society. A gang stalker was overheard saying, "Our agenda for the Target is institution, jail, or death." They have three paths to take a Target like me off the scene, and to some degree or another, the gang stalkers, police, and courts have tried all three on me repeatedly, but Jesus has lifted me back up, each time, to their dismay. I have no doubt they'll keep trying ad nauseum.
Everything in my life is gone now, (home, money, the love of my grown children, pets, a thousand sabotaged jobs, a hundred hacked phones, closed bank accounts, a half dozen destroyed vehicles, etc.) except for this last unpaid-for SUV that I live in, and they're trying to take that away now (a gang stalker bashed it in, and the police stole it for three days and refused to tell me where it was, and they gave me a fake DUI, hoping to take my license away) (the day after I wrote those words, three sheriffs showed at my place of work, and an hour later, I walked out and my vehicle and the sheriffs were gone); in which case, when it's gone, I will have the clothes on my back and nothing more, (this became a reality the next day) as far as this life's goods are concerned. However, Jesus has cloaked me with himself, and he is my constant shelter, friend, and heart's love. I wish I could tell everyone reading this what I've been through all alone for the past year and half alone in my car by myself and surrounded 24/7 by sadistic gang stalkers and noise-making tricksters who don't let me out of their sight for ten seconds, and police, sheriffs, and highway patrolmen, who stop, search, accuse, and try to intimidate me nearly every single day. I wish I could tell everyone what Jesus has done for me in the isolated, poverty-stricken state I have been driven into by the wicked of this world. . .but I can't. My life is a book of the Bible now; and my enemies' deeds can only be adjudicated in the fires of hell. The die is cast for us all, at this point. They are as Judas, as I stand with Jesus.
"The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy; but I have come that you might have life, and have it abundantly." In the spirit, I am rich, blessed of God, and on my way to eternal paradise. Whatever they do to me more than what they've already done, of this much I am certain: I am truly suffering in the will of Jesus, and so, great is my reward in heaven. This is the Beast, and this is the end of the age, and these are the days Jesus warned us about 2000 years ago, so be strong and reconcile your heart to trudge through it and not give up, because our Lord calls us to be faithful until the end and to ENDURE. Therefore, let us not be one of the ones who draws back in fear, but let us walk the path of Jesus, all the way to the cross and beyond.
The Servant of Jesus - Pamela Ayn Austen (2022)
Retired NSA Analyst Exposes “Fusion Centers”, “Radio Waves Used Against American Public” (video)
There are some things about gang-stalking that I still question, (like the notion that people have technology to read my mind), even though I've been put through the rounds as much as anybody; but other things that some whistle blowers claim are used to target a person, I have found out the hard way, do indeed exist. One of them is the technology to watch people through walls using, I suppose, thermo-imaging.
Because I've been homeless due to these people for so long, I have stayed in a lot of hotel rooms. When it's night, and I wake up and set up in bed, someone will hit their key fob and honk their horn outside my room twice to three times. I'll lie back down, and in a while, I'll set up again, in the dark, in the privacy of my own room, and the car will honk two or three times, as if on cue. They want me to know they're watching because mental and emotional torture is what drives the Target to suicide.
When I'm sleeping in my SUV, as usual, with black out curtains on every window with no spot that isn't covered, and I set up in the night, in the pitch black, a car parked near me will honk twice or three times. One night, in the dead of night, I barely moved a tiny corner of one of my curtains to look out. No human being should have been able to see me. It was dark out, my curtain was black, my window was tinted, and there was no light inside the car or outside to give a back light. When I pulled the corner back to peek out with one eye, someone in a car facing me turned their bright lights on me. When I dropped the curtain back down, they turned their lights out. I waited a couple of minutes and then barely pulled the corner back again, and they turned their bright lights on me again. Now, I had been asleep for hours, and it was like three or four in the morning, yet when I set up and peeked out, they were ready to instantly react and shine their lights on me.
These people see me through walls and in my vehicle in the dead of night, and they've worked hard to make sure I know it. If I'm naked, they see it. If I go to the bathroom, they watch. When I take a bath, they're there. I have been robbed of the most basic human rights, and my every private moment is violated by God-knows who, who reports to God-knows whom. Are my private moments being recorded and put on some dark web somewhere? I have read that gang-stalkers masturbate as they're tormenting a Target, so probably.
I never allow myself to think on these things for more than a few seconds at a time, because it crushes the spirit, which is the primary purpose of doing it and letting me know they're doing it. The human soul is dehumanized and demoralized by the very things these monsters have formulated against the Target, and it's how they get many people to commit suicide; and remember, this is the government and intelligence agencies; it is not a lone wolf organization. "Touchless torture" they call it. Human beings are delicate creatures within, and we thrive with love, and we wilt and die with malice. This is why Jesus is imperative to the survival of the Target; because with Jesus dwelling within me and speaking to me and encouraging me, I can endure. Without him, I would have died long ago, if not just from a broken heart.
The Servant of Jesus - Pamela Ayn Austen (2022)
It might interest people to know that one of the reasons they're pushing for illegal aliens to enter the U.S. is because they are giving them cell phones and cars and paying them to gang-stalk Targets like me. I have worked in many hotels since being a Target, and without exception, nearly all the non-English-speaking housekeepers are gang-stalkers, and they gang-stalk me at work, where I can't say anything or get away from it. But even still, I am gang-stalked out in public, at least half of the time, by Hispanic people who don't appear to be able to speak English. They're clearly being brought here for a reason, and I only know my VAST personal experience with them stalking me. I deduce that they're being brought here and paid to gang-stalk Targets that the Democrate-led, politically weaponized FBI wants to eliminate from society due to the Target's Republican politics and/or outspoken Christian faith. In the book Deep Black by William E. Burrows, who was a journalist, a retired American general told him that the military considered writers the greatest danger to them, since, as the general put it, writers' "speculation reveals our secrets." I'm a writer; and the video at the top of this page from the security agency whistle blower states that the vast majority of Targets are outspoken writers and journalists. The current attack on Americans' Constitutional right to free speech is coming from our own politicized military and intelligence agencies, who dance to the tune of the Left.
My response to the above article: The Republicans in the Senate drag the FBI in for questioning about the targeting of Americans, and yet, never is the issue of slow-kill gang-stalking mentioned, and none of their brow-beating Senate investigations ever lead to anything. They question them concerning colluding with Facebook and Twitter about silly posts; but the actual murder of innocent Americans by the FBI's gang-stalking syndicate is never mentioned. These worthless Senate hearings are merely to give the appearance to Americans that something is being done about the abuses they're suffering from this government, and the abuses by the intelligence agencies that are rapidly intensifying. These Senators merely whistle past the graveyard, because they know if they don't, they'll soon be living in a van down by the river, like me and every other T.I. who is still alive.
A FACT about Gang-stalking:
Gang-stalking is taking place every day in every place, and the reason non-gang-stalking and non-
targeted people don't realize it is, they aren't being targeted yet by the subliminal patterning. It's happening right in front of their faces to someone nearby, but because they have not been subjected to months and years of the intense focused patterning by a mob of secretive and subtle cell-phone-obsessed strangers, it goes unseen by them, even when it's three feet in front of them. So to those who are not Targets, I say: start noticing the number of people in society with their right hands clutched around their cell phone like a claw, like it's permanently glued there, and how they can't even walk from their car into a building without staring at their phone like they're hypnotized. They aren't hypnotized; they are receiving directions on where the Target is, and what to do in front of them, like "cut them off", and "get in their way", and "get near them and snicker," and "nearly run your buggy into theirs," etc. Then ten people will be told to do the same thing to the Target, such as in a grocery store, and before the Target can leave the store, ten people have repeated the same move on the Target that they have not done once to anyone else in the store. The Target sees it, but no one else does. Now, repeat this at the gas station, the bank, in their kids' school, at work with co-workers, driving home; and then relentlessly repeat it the next day and the next, and never ever stop. Wear them down, exhaust them, take away all their joy in living, take away all their peace, isolate them, mock them, keep sounding your horns near them, infiltrate every part of their lives and find ways to destroy them until they have nothing left but sorrow, loss, and distress. . . slowly kill them. All their psy-ops are based on subliminal patterning that eventually the Target wakes up to and calls out.
THINGS I'VE WITNESSED THAT I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO:
1. The gang-stalkers are "handled" through cell-phone messaging. Sometimes they text back and forth with their leaders, but sometimes they talk out-loud on the phone. It isn't an APP. It's real people talking and texting on the phone. Mostly they text, but on a few occasions when they were talking and their phone was too loud, I heard what was said. I know that many gang-stalkers are waiting for you up ahead as you travel, before you ever arrive at a spot, and one day, a woman in a mini-van beside me was talking to her leader on the phone, and her speaker was too loud, and I heard him fussing at her, and he said, "You shouldn't have been talking to me! You should have been in your car thirty minutes before she ever got there!" Apparently, there was some maneuver she was supposed to make in order to annoy me, but she wasn't in the right place at the right time, and she missed the opportunity. I knew she was a gang-stalker because she had a BF on her license plate, and in Tennessee, BF, BG, and BH on the plate means they're gang-stalkers. (BB means Target.) But what I learned was this: they have their gang-stalkers waiting for you thirty minutes before you arrive, and that's how they can mob you at every town, every intersection, and every parking lot. That's how they keep you ganged up on, intimidated, and harassed, whether you travel a block down the street or you drive from North Carolina to California. Just imagine how much money is going into paying all these gang-stalkers in every vicinity in America and beyond. Do you remember the trillion dollars that went unaccounted for when they audited the Pentagon? Where do you imagine that trillion dollars went? In part, I have no doubt, it went to pay a multi-million man standing army of secret civilian-stalkers and slow-killers. The Pentagon never admitted to where the trillion dollars went, and they never will. Do you really think the military is going to admit that they're paying one half of America to slow-kill the other half?
2. I learned that the leaders, whether they are FBI or some third-party security agency (hired so that the FBI can maintain plausible deniability), don't text or use the real name of the Target. They give Targets like me code names, and the code name is used no matter what region of the country, or maybe the world, they travel, and they keep that name for the duration. I found out my code name this way: I started work at a hotel near Nashville, TN, and after a couple of days, I finally met their houseman. He was a young black man, and though I had never seen him before, he walked in, looked around for me, saw me, and then smiled and said, "Pretty eyes." He didn't say it like a compliment; he said it like he had been looking for someone named Pretty Eyes, and when he found them, he smiled and said their name in relief.
About six months later, I drove to Hilton Head, South Carolina. I went into a McDonalds and a young black man who worked there stopped mopping the floor and sat down and started texting as soon as I walked in heading toward the bathroom. I said with a smile, "So they do it down here too?" Of course they gang-stalked down there too, but I wanted to see if I could trick him into admitting he was gang-stalking me, so I acted nonchalant and friendly about it, and I didn't even name it out-loud. He grinned and nodded and said, "Yeah, down here too." I sat down beside him and said, "Can I ask you: who is it you answer to?" He said, "I don't know. I answered an Indeed job ad from a security company, and this is what they're having me do." I said, "Do they pay you when you tell them you see me?" He said, "No, you get paid by the hour. It's $15 an hour. They give you a debit card, and they put your pay on the card at the end of the week, like a lot of companies do." I said, "Do they target a certain kind of person?" He said, "Nah, it's all kinds." I said, "I don't know how I got on their list. Do you think I said or did something in the past that made them mad?" He said, "It would just about have to be something like that."
I went on to the bathroom, and when I came out, he was standing outside, leaning against the building texting, and I knew he was out there to report to his leader the second I left and which way I went. But I was grateful he had at least talked to me about it, and he wasn't yet the evil demon that the majority of gang-stalkers are, because this young man was obviously brand new to gang-stalking, and he hadn't figured out yet that he was involved in the slow-murder of innocent human beings by a Satanic Nazi deep-state. As I was backing out of the parking space, with him doing the rapid two-thumb pound on his cell phone, I rolled down the window and waved and yelled, "Thank you!" He looked up and waved and yelled, "Be blessed, Pretty Eyes!" And once again, the young man didn't say it as a compliment but as a nick name. And that's when I knew that my FBI Targeted Individual code name is Pretty Eyes, and I imagine I was so-named many years earlier when I was young and my eyes were my best feature, and it does occasionally make me wonder who saw me and was put to the task of giving me a permanent code name, and this is what struck them about me. I'll find out on the day of judgment when they and their ilk are bowing at my feet begging for forgiveness while weeping uncontrollably, just before they're thrown into the lake of fire, but still. It makes me wonder where and when and by whom this code name came to be.
I went to an attorney and tried to tell him that since I knew my code name, we could hold the FBI leaders and cell phone companies liable, and we could subpoena every instance of my code name being texted and spoken in Tennessee over all the cell phone towers, because cell phone companies are 100% liable for facilitating gang-stalking and the deliberate destruction and murder of tens of thousands of Targeted people in this nation. This lawyer began to shake and he got up and ushered me out of his office and nearly pushed me out the door, and I heard it lock behind me. Just knowing that I knew my code name used by the murderous deep state made him just about pee his pants. But I'm reminded of Jesus's words, "He who tries to save his life will lose it; and he who loses his life for My sake and the Gospel shall save it for eternity." Oh, there's no doubt I've lost my life for Jesus and the truth; and right now, I'm nothing but a shell of who I used to be; and every move I make now is simply going through the motions, having little more than the clothes on my back; and if they can find a way to rip those off of me and burn them in front of me, they will, let there be no doubt. As of today, I have been plunged by this deep-state Nazi government into utter poverty, loss, and sorrow, and I'm completely isolated, ganged up on, and thrown into the dirt over and over and over, every day. But, as the Apostle Paul said at the end of his life, "I am dead to this world, and this world is dead to me." I know exactly what Paul meant by that, and I'm there with him. I also understand him perfectly when he said, "For it seems to me that God has displayed us apostles at the end of the procession, like prisoners appointed for death. We have become a spectacle to the whole world, to angels as well as to men. We are fools for Christ, but you are wise in Christ. We are weak, but you are strong. You are honored, but we are dishonored. To this very hour we are hungry and thirsty, we are poorly clothed, we are brutally treated, we are homeless. We work hard with our own hands. When we are vilified, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure it; when we are slandered, we answer gently. Up to this moment we have become the scum of the earth, the refuse of the world."
Well, I'm not an apostle, and when I'm slandered, I get mad; and when I'm vilified, I rarely bless in return. However, when persecuted, I endure, because it's what Jesus has called me to do. And I could speak the rest of these verses from Paul right to the church myself, because it is true. During my years of being driven into the dirt by gang-stalking, the churches, whom I've been to for help several times, not only have not helped me, but I find gang-stalkers in their midst; and not only so, but they are the pastors, the deacons, the trustees and their wives. I have had one pastor after another reveal they were gang-stalkers. Oh, the stories I could tell about what I've witnessed in these grotesquely twisted, gang-stalking, greedy, stingy church assemblies. The church in America has been fully infiltrated by Luciferian, deceiving Freemasons, and true Christians have taken themselves underground, as I have been forced to do.
The true church, the true Temple of God, is hidden now; it is no longer any organized gathering you see on the corner under a steeple. Those churches are as deep-state as the government; and a true Christian should be wary now. I literally had a Methodist trustee in Franklin, TN chase me across a grassy field in his black GMC SUV as he gang-stalked me and I tried to run and hide; and another deacon and his wife gang-stalked me as I fled back to my vehicle. Five Baptist church congregations in Tennessee literally chased me from their parking lot as I sat in the middle of the afternoon trying to pray and read the Bible in my homeless, beaten down state, and they were holding up their cell phones to show me they were gang-stalkers. And though I went to church after church telling them what I was going through, not one helped me, not one offered to pray with me, and they all sent me away with sneers and put-downs and gaslighting. And what I found remarkable was: every one of these so-called Christians and their churches came at me with the same spirit of malice, as if in concert, because gang-stalking is coordinated, and these churches were coordinated in turning me out and chasing me away. The church in America is in hiding; and what people see in churches now is a seething caldron of deceptive, deep-state Nazi, Freemason conniving with a fake Christian facade; and in saying all that, it is in no way slander. I've had years to scratch at the skin of local churches in my hour of severe and deadly persecution, when I literally thought any day might be my last, but their blood ran green every time. They sided with the devil; they sided with the gang-stalkers; they sided with the enemy; and they stood against Jesus and against me every chance they were given.
3. When I was first made homeless, and I was living in my car in Knoxville, TN, I would go to this huge park that had a dog park as well. I'd Doordash a while, then take the little bit of money and buy a hamburger, then I'd park near the dog park and watch the people and their dogs while I ate. One day, not long after I pulled up, two vehicles pulled into parking spaces directly behind me, and a fat older woman got out of one vehicle, and an older man got out of the other. Even though they had grassy fields and nicer places to sit at the park, and even a pavilion on the other side of the sidewalk from where they were, they sit up lawn chairs behind their vehicles and right on the parking lot where cars were constantly passing between them and me.
They set up several chairs and card tables, and I figured more people were coming and they were going to play cards. More old people did come, but it wasn't cards they spread out on their card tables, but each person spread out several cell phones in front of them. They hovered over them and talked. I watched them for a long time in my rear view mirror. As time went by, I finally figured out what they were doing. They were gang-stalkers, and they were gaming the system, and doing it directly behind me, because I was a Target.
They were communicating with the gang-stalking leader, and they were reporting on me and any other Target that came in and out of the park. By using several phones each, they were pretending to be that many gang-stalkers so that they could earn that much more money from the syndicate. I've since seen other gang-stalkers holding two or three phones at a time. For older gang-stalkers and the lazy, they don't follow people around and waste their gas, but rather, they sit in a busy thoroughfare, like a convenience store, park, or mall, and they pick the Targets off as they pass-by, and they report on them and do what their leader tells them to do to work in unison with other stalkers in the vicinity.
Different gang-stalkers are paid in different ways, and they're not all from secretive third-party security agencies. Gang-stalkers, as I've heard from whistle-blowers, have to prove themselves before they are promoted to more lucrative contracts, like the position of "trickster" and "street theater actors." The more sadistic a new gang-stalker shows themselves to be, the faster they move up the ladder: so says a gang-stalking leader whistle-blower.
On that day, though, I heard the older woman talking to the older man as she held a cell phone in each hand, and she lifted her left cell phone and said, "I say it in this phone," and then she lifted her right phone and finished, "and it comes out this one." In other words, she was using one cell phone to report to her leader about a Target, and then the leader was sending out the information to all the gang-stalkers in the vicinity on his list so that they could come and mob me or other T.I.s, hence the term gang stalking. (Gang-stalkers are quite casual about their evil deeds against innocent people. They have long since lost a conscience, and to them, it's all a game, or rather, a hunting sport. It's a treasure hunt, and they get real money for doing the Nazi's brown-shirt commands.)
I've read from other Targets on-line about the "bee swarm": when so many gang-stalkers are circling them that it's like being in a bee swarm. This is how it's done. As the woman illustrated: only one gang-stalker has to reveal a Target's exact location, and the leader then mass texts God-knows how many stalkers in the vicinity: maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, and then many of them descend on the Target with cell phones in hand and orders on how to all make the same small gestures and movements to subliminally convey a pattern to the Target that the Target finally just can't miss or dismiss.
But if the Target is old-hat with gang-stalking, as I am, there really doesn't even have to be a pattern anymore. The Target knows them by spirit and body movement. The Target has been subjected to the subliminal patterning for so long that their mind and spiritual senses form muscle-memory, and they literally feel in their spirit if someone is a stalker or not, because the person throws off an aura of malicious-intent, even though to anyone else standing around, they aren't doing anything but texting or driving or standing or shopping. You can see why this is crazy-making for the Target who alone is subjected to it, but if the Target points it out to non-gang-stalked family or friends, they're suspected of being paranoid delusional. How easy it is then for the Target to be taken down in society and isolated and finally destroyed. Their credibility is shot, even though they are telling the truth and what they're suffering is real. And even if someone wanted to help them, the fear of becoming a Target themselves prevents them; and too, that same fear of becoming a Target is what prevents gang-stalkers from revealing the syndicate or admitting what they're doing to the Target. They see what's done to the lives of Targets first-hand, and they know if they blab, they'll be destroyed in the exact same way, and they're afraid.
Whoever engineered this Death Cult of Gang-stalking fulfills the scripture prophecy about the Anti-Christ, "He will be a master of intrigue." It's so diabolically genius, it's otherworldly. It is a method of destroying one person and tearing their reputations and lives to tiny bits, and all while no-one is willing or able to help them. It is truly the destruction of this thing God created called humanity. Someone has studied the mind and spirit of human beings and formulated a plan to destroy the very nature and essence of what gives a human the ability to live and thrive. It is killing the humanity in a human being, all while leaving the physical body alone. And the true genius is this: those people who are paid to gang-stalk are having their humanity destroyed in a totally different way, because it's their conscience that is being so scarred by days and weeks and months and years of slow-killing people they personally have no argument with, that makes them every day psychopaths and murderers, even if they weren't born that way. I am of the opinion that these people have turned themselves into conscienceless killers, because, having had tens of thousands of people trying to slow-kill me, even while treating it like a card-game party, I can come to no other conclusion.