isolation

I don't have to tell you that I am not a big blogger; for those of you who follow me, that's something you already know. Besides, most people like to see my Vlogs as opposed to reading my blogs anyway. If I write my thoughts down, chances are I will not make a video on it, so this is why my blogs are few and far in between.

Let's talk about Isolation and the world today. 

I sit back and watch and listen to how much agony the general public is having with being locked down due to this Corona Virus (Covid19).  At first it deeply disturbed me because I began to see just how cruel and punishing my isolation (through Organized Gang Stalking) was meant to be. Hearing everybody on TV complain about the aloneness and discomfort of being stuck in their homes started to make me realize how much bull shit I have managed to tread, while staying afloat, for so many years.

For those of you who are new to Tina Plakinger's second life, I have been gang stalked for 18 years. Complete silence and isolation have been a big part of my persecution.  For the most part, if it weren't for my dogs, I wouldn't have a reason to say anything aloud all day, because I am always alone and have been for many years. 

God bless my 87-year-old mother who makes sure she hears from me at least once every day, and doesn't let two days go by without hunting me down to hear my voice.  It is a shame what my mother has had to watch me go through in this second life. She was always my biggest fan when I was a professional bodybuilder. She managed to follow me around the country as I helped people get fit and be healthy, many times speaking in front of crowds of hundreds and even thousands. That topic is for another day. 

Severe solitude is a very cruel form of punishment and mind control. Most people cannot handle it and resort to suicide, if possible. I have often thought of suicide, but in all honesty, I don't have the guts to pull it off. I guess I'm here for the long-haul, no matter what they dish out to me. Or what they don't dish out to me. My isolation is one of deprivation and lack; nothing good has come of it except that now, during this Bastard Pandemic, Covid19, I am actually doing better than most. 

Being already separated from the world has me totally unaffected by what is currently affecting the entire world as a whole. That's right: I am actually in the world but not of it. Yes, my training and preparation for these times have been long and hard, but here I am sitting on top of the heap, looking down. It is not that my life is easy or one that should be envied. That is just how it is. 

Here is a quote from actor Robert Blake:

"The envier is always the one that hurts and the envied is always the one who feels secure."

Even though I have been put on the shelf for 18 years, it doesn't seem to be enough for my haters. I am still envied by narcissistic neighbors, perpetrator siblings, and persecutors who I've never met. With that being said, I can admit that I actually do feel secure.  God has my back like He always has. And I wouldn't change places with my perpetrators for anything in this world. 


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