On being mobbed

I’ve learned a lot in the past few weeks and want to get at least a bit of information out there in case I don’t have time to write one of the promised posts this weekend.

In an earlier post, I wrote about hearing what sounded like it could have been a hand-cranked generator in the middle of the night. It’s still possible, but it might also have been a plumbing snake. This is what I’m sure I heard in the wee hours a few weeks back: The sound of pipes being snaked at the Albany house. That could explain at least a few in the series of leaks in low-pressure lines running along the infrastructure side (the lowlife side) and back of the house. Another night, I heard the whoosh of water being enabled from the front of the house. This when I keep the water shut off during the night. These events unfolded within the context of my growing understanding of how water and electricity play a symbiotic role in mobbing sabotage. In a living-off-the-land exploit and predatory crime like mobbing, mobbing criminals attempt to use anything within reach.

Since the contractor family to the south of me installed a charging station likely supported by the Powerwall that began showing up in network surveys, there’s been an exacerbated sensation of charged matter spattering this house and increasingly bad air quality whenever they charge their Tesla. Before they began to develop their garage with rooftop vented systems, what appear to be compact solar panels, and installed a charging station, the worst days for me were when the residents and visitors to the house across from them charged vehicles in that driveway. Given the effects, I assumed extenders that crossed the street might be in play. Amelioration has been increasingly difficult with the contractor family using the garage as an apparent platform for expansion.

I began dampening the yard and fences more when the Tesla was parked in the driveway, the back angled in the direction of our incoming water line. That house already had a generator which seemed to play a strong role, especially after the contractor family broke part of the fence my family had built decades back, erected their own fencing, and installed their own IoT. I wonder whether by energizing a galvanized water line, speculators seek to kill trees or other plants they view as obstacles. Whatever they’re venting, at least one of the emissions is quite acrid. Aside from civil law on trespass, I find it difficult to imagine that city codes would permit such installations. I’ve had to increasingly shut the windows on the south side of the house. Mobbers use the IoT we’re told will protect us in our homes to attack us in our homes.

At the same time, there’s been a buildup of metal items and smokers in the walkway that runs parallel with our own on the north side of this house in tandem with the near constant emission of air-conditioner debris. The metal remains just over the fence from our infrastructure, including the new electric panel and its ground wire, and the house furnace. I’ll post some images when I get a chance. Again, it looked like the use of EMFs, magnetized heaps of metal and antennas to draw charged debris and smoke across and into this house.

The possibility of charged matter and magnetism brought the issue of conductive piping to the fore. I decided to look at replacing any galvanized piping that remained in the house with copper and hired a plumber.

The plumber was unable to identify much galvanized piping in the house besides the incoming water line. But there was plenty of gas line—gas line runs the north side of the house to the northeast corner feet away from the southeast corner of the lowlife house. When I work in this location of the house, and especially when I enable the outlets that run along the east wall or the north wall whose exterior supports the electrical infrastructure, the lowlife to the north typically arrange for me to be barraged with what I thought might be RFI or EMI spinning off the end of a galvanized pipe.

The plumber also found that the sump pump my mother had said was “burned out” remained plugged in to an outlet in the crawl space. Since sump pumps are triggered by water, this could explain why a mobber would want to have water to work with in this “living-off-the-land” (LOTL) exploit, and open the house water valve if water couldn’t be supplied from a participating neighbor lot. It could also explain a bit of the subterranean churning I’d heard a few times when it wasn’t raining at all. My mother had told me that the sump was in place to keep the water from irrigation away from the house.

I was forced to conclude that the gas line on the north side of the house supplied the carrier current—natural gas—for radio frequency. From what little I’ve learned about it so far, at least in some places, it is forbidden to conduct over gas line.

Last week I had the incoming water line replaced with copper. A few weeks previous to that, I’d had the gas dryer pulled out and replaced with a heat pump dryer. The gas hot water heater was the next to go and was replaced with an electric hot water heater last week. I did consider going to a heat pump hot water system but the installation cost was high and, given the involvement of venting systems in mobbing harassment, I decided to start with a fuel change.

There may still be generators and air conditioners in malicious use on both sides of me, but the pelting with energized matter on the southwest corner of the house quieted with the removal of the galvanized water line.

I’d also had the plumber sever the irrigation line from the water line to impede at least some malicious use of the irrigation system my mother installed, some of which was taken by the contractor family on the south when they broke part of the south fence down and erected their own. The Albany Police paved the way for this act on the part of the contractor family.

The hot water tank change was highly interesting. I’d known for some time that someone at some point had affixed knob-and-tube wire from the original panel to galvanized piping that I kept hoping was not gas line. If it was innocent, in other words, if not done as sabotage because it might encourage carrier current transmission from knob-and-tube over conductive piping, it could have been an attempt to “ground” the fragile knob-and-tube system. I had hoped the wire would be removed by the electricians when they installed the new electrical service but didn’t notice until later that it remained. As the plumber was cutting the old gas water heater from the lines, he pointed out what he said looked like a telephone wire that was affixed to the gas line of the hot water heater. He knew of no reason for its presence. I’ll try to add an image in the next days. I do wonder whether affixing low-voltage wires to conductive pipe might encourage or create carrier current transmission.

What was especially interesting was the impact of the tank switch on the injection of audible harassment into the sound track of the Tour de France stage that I started to watch that afternoon while the plumbing system was emptied and before the electrician came to energize it the next day. My plumber had gone ahead and turned off the gas to the house while the installation was being done, even before my appointment with PG&E to turn it off. The impact was obvious and loud, the failed injection of mobbing abuse with the mobbing signal cutting in and out like burbling water. Here’s a short recording of the mobbers’ attempt to restore the equilibrium of their malicious system by sound injection into or diversion over television broadcast. Listen for cutting in and out, knocking or sharp noises. I did this recording over the soundtrack of a familiar narrative film that happened to be on DirecTV after the water heater change.

The fact of the use of gas line and gas to harass and to harm may have grave implications for victims of real estate mobbing in the cities of Albany, California, Seattle, Washington, and wherever these criminals remain unchecked and unprosecuted. The implications were grim for my mother, if this is what was going on in the house when she was alone here before her lung collapsed after an undetected water leak in the basement. The implications may be grim for me and for others anywhere cities and their police and city councils look the other way. In the weeks before making these changes to infrastructure, I contacted the City of Albany Public Works Department not once but four times to ask what other houses connect to my sewer lateral. The last time, I copied the Albany Police and the entire City Council and complained about what seems to be Public Works’ complete refusal to provide information.

I grew up in the San Francisco East Bay believing that my community abhorred violence against women. What I’ve learned is that in Albany, California, and anywhere real estate mobbing is practiced, violence against women is embraced. As for the Albany City Councilwoman I knew from Albany High School and U.C. Berkeley—the one who responded to my email to the Council but did nothing back when I’d been harmed for two years less—I’ll pass on that post-pandemic cup of coffee.

[Note 07/28/23: She basically said that the Council set policy, and City Hall runs the city. But when appointed, elected, and paid city workers are participating in criminal acts intended to force residents from their homes, acts that can lead to the deaths of city residents, it’s time for the Council to speak up. It’s time for the City Council to lead. What you don’t want is the refusal to provide transparent government, the refusal to hear about serious misconduct and corruption, the refusal to provide channels to complain about rogue block captains and police, and a city where people cannot complain to police or the city because they are ignored, there is a refusal to acknowledge the conduct, or reporters are discredited with lies. It becomes clear that it’s not that the City of Albany thinks the problem will go away—it’s that they think you will. (I am reminded of a recent NPR segment about women forced to undergo painful fertility treatments without anesthesia because a nurse was stealing the medication. The retelling included a reference to an “unreliable narrator,” a term I haven’t heard much since studying rhetoric at U.C. Berkeley. The point was that women are considered unreliable narrators of their own experiences. This lack of regard also plays a role in how women’s reports of victimization are received.)

How about creating a policy forbidding real estate mobbing in the City of Albany, California? How about a policy that block coordinators, the Albany Police, and other city workers are not permitted to invade residents’ privacy, violate their civil rights, stalk and harass them, and participate in real estate scams? How about creating a policy that police officers are forbidden from shaking people down to free up housing for some house flipper to “rehab”? What about creating a policy against killing women in their beds to get them out of their homes? With a “see no evil” approach to governance, city council positions are nothing more than a feather in the cap for those elected to them.]

Any generator or furnace that is venting into this house from the lowlife house to the north, whether by underground pipe or within an antenna-directed cloud of dirty electricity, seems to have been “tuned” upward in the last days. With other events of today, it became obvious that some kind of construction work is about to begin at the lowlife house to the north. Now I have developing construction projects on multiple sides. I’m sure the Albany lowlife expected to force me out beforehand. Perhaps they were promised a discount on some renovations to their house or a share of any profits made on flipping this house if they helped to turn it over. I don’t know if they intend to remain here. I do know that good people—ethical people who care about community—don’t want these people in their communities and don’t want to be taken as their next victims. To put it bluntly, does anyone want these people to move in next door? The longer they’re allowed to make money—maybe even a living—by preying on their neighbors, and the more cities like Albany, California turn a blind eye to mobbing crimes because they increase city coffers or advance some city official’s private social or political agenda, the more of us will fall victim.

My lungs hurt again today. “Leave!” the lowlife to the north hissed at me after I opened the back door for fresh air. Lately the mobbing harassment includes pretty much nonstop accusations of killing children, which makes it look more and more like real estate mobbing on the west coast might be a case of combined interests, where investors are willing to partner with vigilante “pro-life” or other hate-filled extremists if that’s what it takes to get the job done. I note that in a recent blog I remarked on how the mobbing refrain “We know what you did” is similar to the “We know what you do” in a San Francisco case in which doctors supporting abortion rights were harassed.

In a minute I’ll head downstairs with the tinsnips I bought today at Pastime Hardware. I’ll try to disconnect some ductwork and isolate the furnace. I’ll try to protect my living space from whatever the lowlife pipes or drafts into the house tonight. All of this while the administrator of a trust that my mother created refuses to give me any information on when this Proposition 13 house will pass to me as the trust terms dictate. And while I continue to try to protect my human and civil rights and hope the City of Albany will finally do what’s right, I’ll try to keep myself alive.