Using only her wits, amateur internet research, and memories from ten years ago, an anonymous humor writer analyses real or imagined interactions with probable spies who have maybe targeted her in a possible multi-interest black ops likely involving The Church of Scientology.
This episode examines even more coincidence that I now realize may not have been coincidence at all…this time surrounding a Brazilian Documentary I appeared in with my Slovenian connection.
When it comes to getting your daily serving of bone broth, there are better ways than murder. This is an especially long-game MKUltra style manipulation that took place in what seems like an attempt to falsely incriminate my book with false confessions. It could be that Scientology has really upped it's game since Operation Freakout—but if I'm outsmarting established literary agents, regardless of what spy agency is paying them, then it's unfair to deny audiences the intellectual sustenance of my memoir.
This is the story of how a literary reading series may or may not have attempted to influence me into circulating excerpts of my then incomplete dark humor memoir surrounding the Joseph Brooks rape trials against the backdrop of my parents losing their house—which I'm told is generally ill advised prior to getting a commercial agent and book deal. Was the purpose of this subterfuge to get me to leak my own writing so that the Kargman Brooks and Kaplan families could claim they discovered my book through my own sloppiness rather than their engaging private investigators? The best way to get over leaving one cult is to join another.
Scientology helped me manifest a phone call from a literary agent on a specific day, just by writing “Get $300,000 Book Deal” with tone 40 intention in my day planner. Let me tell you how.
Unsure how they pulled off an Italian tourist stalking me from 5th Avenue to Houston Street and trolling the draft of a poem in my iPhone notes with his tween daughters earrings but they did. Somebody better call the Pentagon. Or Karl Lagerfeld.
I forgot to mention a key moment in my Multi-Interest Black-Ops involving the possible Slovenian Operative and a casting workshop at The Public Theatre that took place in 2014.
Now that there are robot dogs in Times Square, I no longer feel self-conscious about sharing my hypothesis that a Slovenian spy targeted me with advanced mind reading instruments in 2018 as part of a possible government experiment.
When the competition tries to make you so concerned about one risk, and distracts you from another, this is classic misdirection, classic Sun Tzu's “Art of War”, and classic drama school.
I'm fed up. Let's have one beer and talk about the feds coming for my genius and targeting me with COINTELPRO when we know Marlon Brando would have never gotten the same treatment. Except he probably eventually did get targeted by the FBI, given some of the stunts he pulled at the Academy Awards tbh. But back to me-did you know about the time last summer my work schedule was manipulated to force an interaction between myself and a fellow Tisch alumni who was getting incentive to try and fail to discredit me? Amateurs. Note: The use of the word “predecessor” in this episode is incorrect and should be changed to “successor”.
No matter what is happening in the world, you still have almost no excuse to touch me. Also there's no excuse to keep my book from getting published. This is not a paid promotion.
When I helped swear in Andrew Shue to the Drug Free Marshalls, I was ten years old, and little did I know, Andrew's sister had just starred in “Leaving Las Vegas,” newly released in theaters. Whatever your thoughts on getting into Nicolas Cage and drinking delicious Budweiser Zero with me this Pride season, consider the opioid crisis and whether it's really fair to give illegal drug pushers less opportunity to convert your children as sales leads than legal ones.
From dental hygiene to the food pyramid, our profound religious beliefs can play a factor in so many aspects of day to day interactions without ever coming up in conversation. Fortunately I am here to share some major investigative insights that can serve as highly practical for anyone who feels they lack a father figure to guide them.
Anyone who says “I smell a rat” is lying. When you've gotten close enough to smell one, it's probably too late. If the church has started actively incentivizing someone to build a rats nest near the exit of my building, I'm pretty sure that counts as bioterrorism.
For me it is so gratifying when my multi-interest black ops perpetrators achieve narrative depth. There should be a prize for that. I also wonder if anyone knows where I can get hired as a Private Investigator to stalk someone to an acting class so the detective agency will cover my tuition. It is a pleasure to serve you. Please be careful! Contents are hot. See Multi-Part Episode “Torn Curtain” for reference.
In this episode we dissect how Scientology might go about interfering with my serotonin and dopamine levels via sabotaging my jogging routine with one of their signature clogged drains.
Among my list of grievances that obviously points to a contracted corporate surveillance capitalism campaign to sabotage my book from getting published in order to leverage other artists, here's one about a reading hosted by a friend of my former partner's honeytrap and current spouse.
Why is The Apple Store getting incentive to target me with MKUltra experiments? The “K” in “MKUltra” stands for “Karen”. Additionally-does anyone have suggestions for where I can get a nice, well-priced, laundry-machine-safe seven-set of black turtlenecks? RIP Steve Jobs. You were a visionary. I know you would have loved my podcast. This episode is dedicated to you.
I honestly don't know what to make of this. Is Google getting paid to do experiments on me or is Scientology just positioning spies inside there as well?
Before I was an adult being covertly persecuted for writing absurdist humor about a totalitarian church and a high profile rape suspect, I was a middle-schooler being chided by adults for responding to mockery from privileged kids, with insults that were better written than theirs. So now, it makes sense that downtown theater artists are getting incentive to try to make me falsely appear unprofessional for responding gracefully yet firmly to their pre-meditated psychological warfare campaign-a tired narrative that my haters are ready and resigned to accept.
In this episode we discuss one of many instances suggesting foul play from a director who befriended me and referenced phrases that I used in private zoom calls with my therapist as a form of psychological warfare. The math is simple. I need directors and a literary agent who knows how to generate more currency working with me than Scientology, or Kargman and Brooks/Kaplan families can ever give them to work against me.
Are you alone right now? Aren't we all? Except for me because I'm being targeted by a multi-interest black-ops. “Forget it, Jake, It's Chinatown.” Except low key don't forget it, Jake, because I got stalked to Chinatown by a lady who was probably being coached by a person in a van to create the illusion that I have been cursed and it's not Scientology harassing me at all. I only wanted to save money on bento boxes for the week.
Correct me if I'm wrong but this is just what I think Noelle wanted.
The CIA or Scientology is curating crappy knock offs of Jose Rivera short films to cast me in so that my art looks like shit, and the fact that you refuse to believe shows just how much of a jealous, victim blaming hater you really are.
Perhaps someone put broken glass under the accompanists tire that morning, or offered them a hefty incentive to not make it on time-perhaps the spy handler conducting my black ops even instructed me to podcast about this incident so that the accompanist can counter with some harrowing experience in order to make me sound like an insensitive diva for telling this story. Someone would have to be very powerful to interfere with an audition like this.
Be Your Own Pyramid Scheme.
I do miss my lack of interiority and might bring it back. I also feel like when Elon Musk creates an app for our thoughts to be directly broadcasted to individual Twitter accounts via microchips, that might push me back into Scientology. Remember kids—diversity is a principle of environmental science, and not just a favor you do for your neighbor.
Going back over every memory of every interaction you have in order to grasp at the truth of whether everyone you know is a spy is a perfect way to test the success of Dianetics auditing.
I am out here getting murdered by the full blown multi-interest black ops trying to take me down at every level and I am just a pure bastion of light and love in spite of it all. On March 18th at 8:30PM you can see me at Theater Row's Studio black box on 410 West 42nd Street. Let's hope everything hasn't been completely sabotaged at that point. https://tickets.bfany.org/thea...
I have to say, tonight when I saw a Google Doc of a resume from my honeytraps email account, shared with me on October 7, 2018–I felt a little like Beethoven in “Immortal Beloved”. Sadly, a strong investigative mind such as mine cannot allow it's objectivity to be swayed by false hope or sentiment. And so, I present to you two different hypothetical scenarios of foul play.
I want to tell y'all a little story about a trip to the candy store that changed the life of a little girl who decided that she would one day run for office. Also, if my honeytrap is listening, I want them to know that my love still burns bright.
On this episode, I discuss how I truly have no idea what I am talking about, indirectly assert that we are all lost, and explore the potential benefits of attempting to levitate, while suggesting that my haters are probably just psyops agents being used to assassinate foreign theater collaborators abroad.
Ok. I did it. I killed the vibe. It was a crime of necessity.
This is how Glory Kadigan, Akia Squitieri, and Sean Pollock may or may not have tried to sabotage my chance to get my show's foot in the door at 14th Street Y as revenge for drawing attention to Noelle Ghoussaini's illegal stalking and covert harassment toward me.
Hey friends-here's a fifteen minute meditation I like to do every morning before I start my day.
If I'm complicit, then you're complicit in my complicity. Come with me in a journey down the tone scale.
Here's an episode about the time in 2012 or 2013 when my smartphone died, and the operative who accidentally gave his ass away.
“I just want to be loved” is an age old motivator shared by many. And yet, the behavior it engenders can vary in the extreme. Unfortunately for Joseph Brooks, it won't hold up in a court of law.
What are the different multi-interest black ops packages people order and how are they priced? Also, why aren't there more reality shows about high level investigator firms like Black Cube and Kroll?
Happy New Year Beaches. This must be Times Square at midnight on December 31st because somebody dropped the ball. Call PEN America and The Marshall Project because there's about to be a whole fresh crop of talent at the weekly inmates poetry workshop for whoever got hired to sabotage me with a multi-interest black ops. TW: Dogs
I don't have time for people's Shit. I am targeted by a multi-interest black ops of many years. I am to be given jobs and money by qualified professionals, as I should have been years ago.
Let me share my story of being unnecessarily taken away by a suicide ambulance for my art and having two mobile crisis units deployed in an effort to disrupt my writing and…passive aggressively harass me for being an intellectual by a male litbro?(open to interpretation). I learned so much.
Tale as old as time…true as it can be…barely even friends…then somebody bends…unexpectedly…Just how old is the Honeytrap tactic anyway? Historians, come through. And…is this Beast some bootleg version of Pegasus software…Or is Scientology developing it's own custom version?
Today, I am thankful in advance for my future book deal, and for everyone incentivized to screw me over with this multi-interest black ops to pay up big time in a court of law. In the mean time: How exactly is a low level agitator/saboteur hired to work for the multi-interest black ops against me to begin with? Do they work for Scientology, the FBI, or the Kargman & Brooks alliance? Do these three parties all hire the same PI agency, or are there options for an up-and-coming operative? So far, I've been able to form a few baseless conspiracy theories—which is an excellent start—but I hope to discover more.If you have any information surrounding my multi-interest black ops, and are willing to participate in an anonymous survey in case I one day become more powerful than the wealthy people who are currently hunting me for sport, get in touch.
I share this to hold myself accountable and to emphasize the crucial absolute importance of integrity in reporting.
We are living in a material world, and I am an Imperial Squirrel.
If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, is this a multi-interest black ops?In an objectively crazy move, a theater director asked me for a letter of reference and then shared an unauthorized version that she edited herself-I'm pretty sure for no reason other than incentivized psychological warfare. When I expressed a violation of trust standards and asked her to rectify the ethical breach as we were approaching rehearsals, she fired me from the show and pretended it was entirely my decision to leave. I want you to know that the complete violation of my intellectual and human rights is fine because, as the Upper Middle Class has already conscientiously acknowledged on my behalf, other people have it much worse.