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Crossing the Nullarbor

About 8 years ago, I was driving, minding my own business, when I noticed a car tailgating me. I was worried that if something happened on the road ahead such that I needed to slow down suddenly, the car behind me would definitely force an accident.

Since the speed limit was 70 kph, and I was driving at slightly less than the limit, I figured I could drive off the road, and be able to stop without any major incident. It was a rough stop, but all went well.

About a week later, I was driving on a country road, about 100 kilometres from Melbourne. Suddenly, a car appeared behind me and started tailgating me. The driver had plenty of opportunities to overtake, but he didn’t appear interested in that.

When I slowed down, he would slow down, and when I accelerated, he would accelerate too. All the time remaining very close behind me. I knew the situation was extremely risky, but there was nothing I could do about it.

After about 30 minutes of constant tailgating, we approached a small town, and the speed limit went down to 50 kph. Ahead of me was a T-junction. I signalled and stopped, waiting for traffic to clear.

Just then, the car tailgating me hit my car from behind.

I went out to check the damage. The tailgating car had hit my tow-bar and got stuck. No dent on my car, but our cars were now joined together.

The people in the tailgating car all came out – 4 men, who looked to be in their twenties or early 30s. From the look on their faces, it was clear that is not what they were expecting i.e. to get stuck.

One of the men run to a nearby store and came back with equipment that they used to disentangle their car from mine. Finally, they managed to separate the cars. My tow-bar was still intact, and my car had zero damage. But their car needed some panel beating.

I drove away. That is the last time I have ever had a tailgating incident. I guess they must have realised tailgating can lead to unintended consequences.

All I have experienced on the road have been very many incidents that seemed like a plan to force me to cause an accident. But they have all failed.

“But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.” 2 Thessalonians 3:3

Crossing the Nullarbor

I have previously explained why Mossad targeted me, and some of the nefarious acts they have committed against me.

In the early days when Mossad started terrorising me, I had no idea who had a problem with me. All I knew was that there were so many bizarre incidents happening, and there was no way that could be said to be normal.

It reached a point that I felt I had to move as far away from my tormentors as possible. That is when I decided to relocate from Melbourne to Perth. However, I didn’t tell anyone I was heading to Perth. I let it be known that I was going to Brisbane briefly, and I would be back.

I even asked my regular mechanic to make sure my car was in excellent condition because I was planning to drive to Brisbane and back.

Brisbane is in Queensland, North-East of Melbourne; while Perth is in Western Australia, to the West of Melbourne.

I made sure my car was fully serviced and in very good condition. On my last day in Melbourne, I filled the petrol tank, and I also carried extra fuel in the boot. I planned to leave early in the morning.

I carried plenty of water that could last me up to 2 weeks if I got lost or my car broke down in the Nullarbor. In addition, I carried some food, so that I wouldn’t have to stop to buy food on the first day of my journey.

I carried enough cash to last me at least a month, so I wouldn’t have to use my credit card for several weeks.

On the morning of the trip, I switched off my phone and laptop, removed the batteries from both, and also removed the phone’s sim card.

My plan was that, unless someone had installed a tracking device on my car, they wouldn’t be able to track me electronically, for a few weeks.

I also knew that, if someone was following me, they would have a disadvantage, because they would not have expected me to drive for 500+ Kilometres without stopping. I figured that anyone following me might need to either refuel, or have a bathroom break, and would thus lose me in the process.

By evening on the day I left Melbourne, I was already in South Australia, past Adelaide.

That first evening, I was surprised to learn that there were many strangers back in Melbourne desperately looking for me, using all manner of excuses to try to find out where I was. That meant that they didn’t have a tracking device on my car.

I could therefore enjoy my drive across the Nullarbor, since I wasn’t being followed nor tracked by anyone.

Four days after I left Melbourne, I was driving along the Great Eastern Highway heading towards Perth. When I was about 300 KM from Perth, I saw a car stopped on the side of the road, facing the opposite direction.

After I passed it, I saw on my rear-view mirror the car make a U-turn, and also headed towards Perth. I don’t know why, but instinct told me to exit the highway at first opportunity.

I knew the car that had made a U-turn couldn’t see me make the exit since it was far behind. The speed limit was 110 KPH, so it would have taken the driver some time to catch up – that is, if he was after me.

Just a precautionary measure.

Anyway, I drove on country roads for about 2 hours before stopping. I was lost. And I couldn’t risk switching on my electronic devices to find out where I was. The only option was to continue driving until I found a deli, petrol station, or some other business, where I would use some excuse to find out where I was.

That is what I did.

I drove around that region of Southern Western Australia for 2 days. Finally, I was ready to head to Perth, at night, approaching the city from the South.

I figured that, if Mossad suspected I had headed to Perth, and had their people looking for my car, they would probably expect me to approach the city from the East.

Mossad only found me in Perth when I switched on my electronic devices. I was already settled, and didn’t need to hide anymore.

Too Close For Comfort – Part II

I have previously written about how a Mossad Robot rented the house opposite mine, then after a few months moved to another address on the same street, 2 houses down the road.

(“My True Life Story” book is available at Amazon and Google Play)

Well, I later realised that another Mossad Robot occupied the house across the street from mine i.e. A Mossad Robot left the house for another Robot to occupy, while he moved 2 houses down the road.

This means that I have 2 Mossad Robots surrounding me: One adjacent to me (2 houses away), and the other directly opposite.

I also stated that the 1st Mossad Robot had a dog. I later discovered that, the dog was very highly trained. At first, I thought it was odd that the dog would bark at me sometimes, yet at other times it wouldn’t bark at all.

One day, the dog acted in a manner that made me believe that the owner was controlling its behaviour using some type of dog whistle that was inaudible to humans.

I reported him to the authorities.

Since then, I have not had any encounters with the dog.

(NB: I believe that the Mossad Robot with the dog didn’t expect an African to know that dogs can hear sounds we humans do not hear. Pure racism.

In fact, the reason I have come to know so many of Mossad tactics, is because they have under-estimated me. Can’t complain about that, because, if they didn’t under-estimate me, I would be dead)

Back to the Mossad Robots.

I have stated in a previous article how Mossad set up my neighbour from across the road, so he could be kicked out of his house. They did that so their agent/robot could occupy that house.

It puzzled me why Mossad so desperately wanted to have their agent/robot as my neighbour. Previously, they seemed content to have a clue-less associate as my neighbour.

It appeared that, this time, they didn’t want to entrust a clue-less associate, but had to have a Mossad agent/robot as my neighbour. Why?

I have finally discovered why.

In the past 4-6 months, my house and yard have been infested by more than a dozen different types of pests. I have applied all the pesticides I could find in the hardware store. But the pests, though reduced, have proved impossible to eliminate.

I had pest experts come to the house and check what could be the problem. They couldn’t find any reason why pests couldn’t be eliminated from our home by use of normal pesticides.

Also, a section of my house has been producing a very pungent smell, at random.

Plumbers have checked and found nothing.

What other conclusion can I make?

I know it is all caused by the Mossad agents/robots surrounding me. Unfortunately, as always, I have no evidence.

My only evidence is, why is Mossad so DESPERATE to have their agents/robots as my neighbours?

Dr. David Russell-Weisz

Dr. David Russell-Weisz started working as WA Director General of Health in August 2015. Shortly afterward, Mossad took complete control of Perth, Western Australia-based Sir Charles Gairdner Hospital, SCGH.

Dr David Russell Weisz
Dr David Russell Weisz

It is obvious that Dr. D.J. Russell-Weisz is:
1. An agent of Mossad, the Israeli spy agency.
2. Very senior in the Mossad hierarchy in Australia.

NB: Get PDF of this post HERE.

Mossad Sends Agent to Kenyan Village

Mossad sent their agent to my home village in Kenya.

I never, ever imagined Mossad, or any other spy agency, would be able to pull off such a move. But Mossad did it, and no one suspected a thing.

Mossad did not send their agent to visit my home village. No. They sent their agent to live there, disguised as just another Kenyan.

Hats off to Mossad.

This matter hit me so close, that I cannot disclose certain issues – like how exactly I discovered that the person was a Mossad agent – because of privacy reasons.

I am not talking about a town or urban area, I am talking about a village in rural Kenya, where everyone knows everyone else, and therefore it is extremely difficult for a stranger to embed himself/herself there without raising suspicion.

Yet, Mossad pulled it off, without anyone in the village suspecting that the new villager was a foreigner, let alone a foreign spy.

Obviously, the agent was Black. With a local name. Apparently, Mossad had trained their agent about life in rural Kenya for such a long time such that she even spoke the local language fluently.

Like I have stated before, when you play god, the TRUE God will prove to you that you are just a mere earthling.

Mossad likes to play god. But the true God works in mysterious ways.

Consider the following: Mossad had done their homework perfectly. They used their infinite resources to embed their agent in the village without raising any suspicion.

Now, if Mossad was just patient, they would have waited till I went to visit the village. Their agent, being a good neighbour to my relatives, would have many excuses to come into close proximity to me, without me becoming suspicious…People die of heart attacks all the time. Nothing suspicious. Case closed.

However, for whatever reasons, they just couldn’t avoid using their agent to do some other low-level hatchet jobs as she waited for the big assignment.

Malicious Rumour

So, Mossad used their agent to start a very bad rumour about me in the village (of course, nobody thought it was a malicious rumour, therefore, nobody suspected her or anyone else of starting it).

Example of how a rumour can be started, and people don’t realise it is a deliberate plot to misinform: You hear someone speaking on the phone, saying “You mean Peter went to Brazil…I didn’t know that…”

If someone tells you the next day: “I haven’t seen Peter in a while…” You might tell him, “I heard someone saying he went to Brazil…” So the story spreads that Peter went to Brazil.

However, the person who was talking on the phone about Peter going to Brazil was actually lying. His job was just to start the rumour without appearing to be doing so.

Because of how the story about Peter “going to Brazil” started, most people will take it as fact.

That is how Mossad operates. Using these kind of tactics, they can, and do spread all type of misinformation regarding their targets.

Back to the malicious rumour about me started by Mossad in my home village in Kenya.

The rumour did not have the final effect Mossad had expected. However, the rumour started a chain of events that led me to expose their agent embedded in the village.

I cannot go into details, obviously. But, suffice it to say that in their calculation, Mossad thought it impossible that I would get to know about the rumour. But I did.

Mossad had probably calculated that, although it is my home village, I never lived there as an adult, though my close relatives lived/live there. Therefore, I did not follow issues about the village. And this very true.

I was just lucky, and Mossad was unlucky. The probability of me knowing about the rumour might have been 1/1,000,000,000, yet I came to know about it.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

The nature of that rumour was such that it couldn’t have been believed by anyone who knew me well, unless Mossad had their agent embedded in the village, and was discreetly pushing the rumour.

That is how I found out about their agent, and did what any law-abiding person would do under such circumstances.

NOTE: Even though I have previously explained that Mossad have certainly used Kenyan Private Investigators in their terror plots against me, in this case, I knew that local private investigators were not involved – couldn’t pull it off. It was too sophisticated for them.

Extrapolation – Shot in the Dark

I cannot write here about how exactly Mossad managed to embed their agent in a rural Kenyan village without raising suspicion. However, I became aware of their extraordinary tactics of quietly embedding their agents wherever they wanted, by using an agent that looked like the locals, spoke like them, and behaved like them.

All I needed to do, was look at online profiles of random people in Kenya, and see whether any of them fitted the characteristics or mien of a person who could have been embedded into Kenyan society by Mossad.

Voila! I just saw one such person, a well known young lady in Kenya. Her photo is below.

Ann

Six weeks ago, I said publicly, “this girl could be a Mossad agent”?

The girl went into hiding. She has not yet emerged from hiding, more than a month later.

Web articles mentioning the probability that she could be a Mossad agent were blocked by search engines.

NOTE: If you are a Mossad agent embedded into Kenyan society, it automatically means that you are using a fake, forged ID – A crime.

In Kenya, you must provide finger prints to get an ID. Therefore, if you have never had a genuine Kenyan ID…