Ground Level Cabal operation with a twist and an irony of financial loop

#cabal #targetedindividual #chosenones

There had been a tricky YouTube ASMR video that I was baited into. The streamer (probably aware) was simply doing ASMR to the camera alone. But outside her room, there were a few girls (probably her flatmates) making loud noises that disrupted my concentration and the video quality. They eventually started coughing abruptly—first nearby, then at a distance. It sounded rather intentional. This third-person cough approach was new to me, and I didn’t enjoy the video. So I complained to her in the comments about how annoying and loud their coughs were (which she could easily have edited out).

Then her following video was published on YouTube, and now the streamer herself was abruptly coughing—something that had never happened before. That was why I liked her ASMR: it was cough-free and edited to a high standard in terms of outside noise. Now, with the third video released, she still coughs. That had never happened before. I know my comment provoked the Cabal. Now the Cabal continues to provoke me or tries to trigger me as a result. This is the Cabal and me.

I am the chosen one and a targeted individual—one in far beyond a million on this earth dealing head-on with their operation—so there is no wonder they go the extra mile and add extra complexity to trigger me, hoping to confuse me or make me wander in chaos. But I see it without wonder; it was for me. This rarity itself makes me appear schizophrenic to most eyes. Fair enough. Who could believe that this non-famous, law-abiding regular citizen could be targeted in this complexity, with a surprising amount of manpower and preparation—effort to manipulate the YouTube algorithm to bait me perfectly and precisely?

Obviously, they had been observing my viewing patterns, my likes, and my routine—through what? Of course, hacking into my computer, otherwise Remote Neural Monitoring (yes, frequency weapons). I no longer hide anything, so they can certainly hack my computer for observation purposes. If I don’t get bothered by things with the computer such as slowdowns or lagging that I’ve never felt, it’s okay.

Forget the middleman: black money all the way back from Rothschilds and Rockefellers and their knowledge of these operations. Even without knowing, it does not make them innocent at all. Eyes wide shut. I may be the individual target of the century—valuable, interesting, persevering. But I’m protected divinely, and paradoxically supported (probably financially) by them, ironically.