A New Day

About six or seven months ago, I stopped asking, "Why me?" I had asked it so many times that the words lost all meaning. Instead, I started to ask, "What is this (situation, event, calamity) trying to teach me?" From that day forward, my entire worldview changed. When I shifted the focus away from myself—away from what I had done to deserve A, B, or C—and instead looked at the situation as a whole, where I was just a piece of the puzzle, things became much clearer.

When I zoom out and view situations with objectivity and neutrality, what is true often becomes more easily identifiable through simple probability. That is to say, what is most likely to be true. While this by itself is not admissible proof in the eyes of the law, I can use probability to guide my investigation toward avenues that may ultimately yield the evidence needed to obtain justice.

Reflecting on the myriad of coincidences—some good, most bad—that had occurred in my life up until that point, I asked myself: Who would harbor the kind of malicious feelings necessary to prompt them to seek out someone capable of causing these things in my life? Only one name came to mind. Upon further thought, I became completely certain that this individual had sought such services before. And the type of individuals he targeted with these services all shared a common thread.

We were all underaged, gay, Black teenagers when he met us.

One individual, the first I know of, ended up in prison. The second took his own life, reportedly lying down in the middle of a busy street in Tempe for no apparent reason. And now, there's me—being gang-stalked. I can completely understand how both of those situations came to be.

What makes gang-stalking particularly insidious is that so much of what occurs is utterly unexplainable. I consider myself a rational person, but when I try to explain the things I experience daily, I have to admit that it sounds completely insane. I cannot make sense of it myself, so how can I possibly explain it to others and expect them to believe me? Had I not witnessed these events firsthand, I wouldn’t believe me either. However, my hope is that by maintaining an objective and neutral perspective in this blog, I can convince enough people to take notice.

Perhaps, like me, they won’t know exactly what they’re looking at or what they should be looking for, but they’ll feel that “something just doesn’t feel right here.” They’ll feel that something is off enough to ask questions. Maybe some of those questions will reach someone who can make things happen. Maybe my vindication will come with patience, perseverance, and a commitment to telling my story—a commitment to uncovering the truth for Dre, for Jarrell (who is still in prison), and perhaps even for other Black kids who have been forgotten.

Zooming out, by what means is this man able to orchestrate these inexplicable events in my life? Clearly, he has sought services—but from whom? How are these actions carried out? How is there seemingly an endless supply of individuals available to this shadow organization to execute these requests?

I feel like I’ve been presented with a unique opportunity to make a difference in an area no one knew required attention. Why should anyone care, you may ask? Because if this shadowy organization does exist and can carry out the acts I’ve witnessed, they may very well be one of the most dangerous organizations in the world—and no one even knows who they are.

If that doesn’t send chills down your spine, consider this: There could be an organization, unknown to the general public, whose services can be contracted at any time to harass you in every area of your life without leaving a trace. They can harass you while you’re in bed at night, during your morning commute, or even at a random drive-thru you stopped at on a whim. There’s no escaping their harassment until you comply with their demands or… I’ll let you fill in the blank.

Even if all of this is just the ramblings of a random Black man on the internet, screaming into the void in hopes someone will listen—aren’t these questions worth pondering at the very least?

I’m more than willing to admit the possibility that I have lost my mind. A rational person admits there is a probability for any number of outcomes to be true. If, after reading this blog, you conclude that I’ve lost touch with reality, I want to thank you for your attention. I hope that you were at least thoroughly entertained or perhaps inspired to brighten your corner of the world in some way.

If, however, you feel as I do—that there could be some substance to the conclusions I’ve drawn—then I hope you’ll stick with me as I try to figure out just how deep this rabbit hole goes.

I am both excited and terrified for the days ahead. Every day that I awaken after coming to these realizations, my reality shifts—subtly, but perceptibly. These shifts have led to further realizations—some naturally occurring and consequential, others unsettling truths I wish had remained hidden. But once seen, there is no way to unsee them. There’s no way to put Pandora back in her box. I hope you’ll join me as I navigate this waist-high quagmire I’ve found myself in.