One Simple Action ================== This is clandestine investigation. I was being stalked, pursued, taunted, and harassed once by a soundcloud administrator who I met once on Youtube. He was from Phoenix, Arizona, and wherever he is now I do not know. Like the way I've become more of an authority, I took the measure to deal with the situation several times through mere exploitation of him, his I.P. and location, yet it didn't matter, and he pursued me anyway, At first, He looked at me as though I were the "evil version of Bruce Lee" or something. The insults started shortly after. In my live streams with him, he was very insulting, and acted on some strange urge to play the villain the entire time. In one of his videos, totally ignorant of me watching, he said, "And now that people know what I want now, they're all like on me and trying to talk to me more now and stuff." He practices some form of fighting -- Ju Jiutsu (sp?) or something, and I've seen how obsessed with his desire to become a great fighter he has. He also drinks kombucha, and takes mushrooms not just daily, but 24/7. He started stalking me after I released the CD "F#" and I noticed him commenting on it, on a subconscious level. Years passed, and Dre stayed on my case. A lot of weird authority measures were taken to my soundcloud account I didn't understand, and the corruption became obvious over time. I was dealing with it pretty miserably. For all I know he was also involved in some of the nuke assaults on my computer, in a psychic way of interruption, right as I was recording vocals and caught pops and clicks in the microphone from the music port of my computer (443) being attacked so much. My CD I finally released "Self-Titled" entrapped him, and I included his "nuke sounds" in the recordings. I quickly traced a certain I.P. to Phoenix, where another stalked was located, and tied him to another individual (a girl). She had also traveled all the way from Phoenix to stalk me from Maine. I was in live streams located in Phoenix. They both were working together, and I remember having a dream of them both talking about me in the middle of a secret meeting place somewhere in Arizona .... maybe not just a dream. My paranoia grew, and finally I started to get harassed pretty bad by Dre when he got tired of 'playing games' with me. He was doing everything he could to both disrupt me, my account, and everything I had to my name, and was on an ongoing threatening spree that was ongoing and didn't seem to want to stop ..... with a powerful astral connection to him, this is what I did in a "clandestine" response also. I lit a black figurine, placed a small cell-phone with an LTE connection near a loud amplifier, and blasted a lot of loud music at the same time as running a Pagan version of the deathray (back at home) -- where I felt nothing but silence from afterward. Whether I had any effect or not, ever since that day Dre has not bothered me. In my mind, all I see is the image of a mean black man with his eyes closed, lying down, peacefully at rest ... as dark as that sounds. And that's what I see when I think of him. "Zed's Dead" was always my favorite scene from Pulp Fiction. I hope this story is "action-packed" enough for you (to the people who wanted an action story from me). When my only real action was lighting a candle .. After Dre was out of the picture, A______ was left alone, and she also stopped bothering me so much. "Zed's Dead" was added to one of my playlists, and I re-joined soundcloud after he was gone, since quitting bitterly since I was being abused so much. I've started posting music again. And I've posted a lot more music since then that is more honest and brazen, and I am officially a member of soundcloud with a fresh new start. "Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead." --BLS