Right after getting home from Ireland, I suddenly become clear about who the trumpet teacher was.
A miracle.
The four men I remember as playing the role of trumpet teacher become clear in my mind and I realize I can detail them and may even have some pictures of them.
Here’s a good example of how cyber-stalkers communicate with me.
I will post something in this statement that annoys them, and they will pick one of my posts that can be used as a way to communicate with me (via the wording) and have all their fake accounts like it and repost it.
This happened yesterday with this post dated 16th June 2024:
I had just updated detailed information on the four distinct men who came to the conservatory under the name Vidal Sastre Sanchez Hornero posing as a peripatetic trumpet teacher for the Generalitat Valenciana.
It must have annoyed them.
This has been happening to me very obviously since June 12th 2023.
In the profile messages, I will see related messages and names will reflect people I know from the area.
They will try to tempt me into believing they are the man I love, and I admit it worked for a long time - but I did have to be high on whatever was in my water or toiletries for that to happen.
Nevertheless, me falling for their tricks ensured they would share their patterns and secrets with me, so I could write them down.
Sometimes, I believe, they are so insane and arrogant, they post pictures of previous targets in profile pics, perhaps even deceased ones.
It is as it is.
I believe this activity comes from the Smiths primarily as the language always follows their obvious patterns of communication.
I will be, in due course, detailing all the women I believe have been targets of the gangs, many of whom I have photos.
The woman leans over and tells her friends, in Spanish, that I am the one they’ve been looking for, 100% it’s me, she says.
I wonder if I’ve misheard her.
They leave soon after the talk finishes and do not engage with me further.
My father the pervert amongst all this other horror as if there wasn’t enough already¶
Along with the switcheroo team, I remember something awful about when my father visited me in 2015 which likely precipitated a suicidal depression.
I ask dad about it.
I remember he came out with mother too, and she’d had a massive panic attack in the same hotel I had a massive panic attack the first day I had a piano lesson with Domingo.
He’s ashamed, angry, incandescent actually.
He only lies in front of my mother who takes his side without question.
I’m devastated.
Later, when we are alone, he says: did I wake you up?
He’s trying to really really upset me, to unbalance me, to murder me again.
Later, I remember he recommended visiting Denia to my cousin - my apartment in Ricardo Ortega specifically - and insisting he visited with his family; wife, son, and daughter, the kids around 7 and 8.
My cousin Igor mentioned this again and again to me, very unusually.
I mention this to dad with horror.
He gets so angry.
He says: I’m gonna phone Igor and talk to him, in an extremely threatening way.
They get angry, the women shut up, they do what they like, they think.
