Capability, impossible or Impossible capability are the title of the day.
What does it mean?
First, it is about me according to certain people, the closest assertion embodied as a person, is Lady Guenon or Guenon the neighbor.
The supportive ground, theoretical and established, though fake or totally fake or sadistically fabricated and executed, has been solidified at every moment by;
Paul, Pearson, JPN sources, Shiba, Kei or Keiko, Akiko (Kei’s most valuable human asset capable to speak English with astonishingly non-English accent or with one of a kind accent while pretending to be me.
Never forget Stéphanie. Right now, at very this moment, the whole city is erupting in echo of “Stéphanie. Stéphanie’’, accentuated by “therapy, therapy”.
The immediately detonative causality for this resulted environment, the aim of which are; one is to celebrate their vicious acts; two - to chant and curse or loudly to declare they can do anything against and that’s recently proven.
In the past, my car had been abused for repetitive homicide attempts.
I didn’t die on the road, because I was lucky
or,
something else as explainable.
What would it be, however, well this “something else”?
To deny this “something else” rather than repetitive luck falling upon me, Paul and Pearson in particular fabricate lies over lies in order to try to prove their lies as if facts, that is an imaginable person incapable of doing anything capable, that must be me according to Paul and Pearson, and, JPN sources.
I drove. I was a terrific driver, fast, good, and able to manage through risky situations on the road without fully knowing how much my car was abused in the rental parking lot as well as anywhere whenever I left the car in whatever parking lot while my shopping for exemple.
Paul and Pearson theorized that such a capability of mine should be impossible. Let me repeat in emphasis; such a capability of mine should be impossible.
Male pride’s flying around, more frail than wings of insects in their case. Well, the male pride in Paul and Pearson? Oh no! What I see is the contrary. No male pride, Happy to beat up women like me, so Paul and Pearson can feel superior. Oh, be proud of themselves! Surely, they have power. Illegal and undocumented migrants gather in their haven or heaven, that is Massachusetts, sanctuary. No crime is illegal here, believe me.
Hey, let’s abuse her car, we can do anything ‘cause Paul protect us! That’s a project of several years. Then, a parallel crime has been my PCs as marked and attacked. My online accounts are supposed to be Pearson’s group account, joined also by Stéphanie, because all of my writings are supposed to be their products, because I should be incapable of writing what I write and wrote.
To prove my impossible capability, Paul and his accomplices do anything. Who’s helping in my side? JPN sources, of course.
How many time I told you? The course of my fate is consistently downward in this way.
I drive. Paul and Pearson and JPN man decide I shouldn’t have such a capability. To make their decision as viable to public and as judicial to legal cases, Paul and Pearson and JPN sources consistently create scenes, plots, and anything.
I can work on PC, quick setup, and able to figure out what’s going on if something goes wrong. Paul and Pearson and JPN man decide I shouldn’t have such a capability. To hide and cover up their tricks and acts from vicious intentions, they consistently create my cases by which I would be made as impossible for intuitive speed to resolve issues and problems when I encounter difficulties in my real life, including happenings on my PC.
What if, your purchased PC has been altered in a way that anti virus software can’t detect? Some modifications in a deep level and hidden as if legitimate change made by an owner of PC.
Or, JPN man contacts some sources of technology and internet provider, or, seller/retailer of PC I ordered.
Or, if delivery team’s mind are altered? But, how human minds can be alterable and in what way in what cases?
Shiba waits the delivery facility. Shiba cries there because her sister or friend or herself as me, can’t understand how to use a computer but her sister or friend or herself as me, wants to be at PC to take photos and post social media for the purpose of psychiatric treatments. And Akiko throws calls at Shiba, to say anything in English with her one of a kind accent, or recently vocal logiciel imposed her voice upon my voice in Juliette Masch Writes. If this is not a deviation in my part, what else would be a deviation? The point in this paragraph is in fact the following, mostly. I shouldn’t be able to use PC nor to write my own writings (what a paradoxal claim in their part!), but it’s obvious that I’m writing my writing. That’s why Stéphanie and Pearson, mostly, need to create cases such that I’m not publishing my writings on my personal PC from my individual account of Substack. To make their vicious assertions of untruths on me as if true, they do anything, literally anything, because Paul protects them against legal prosecutions. This assertion of mine is proven again.
Please forgive me for all ambiguities in this beginning of DA 64. The matter is a bit sensitive for it is immediately corresponding with actual events very explicitly. So, I can’t specify the series of incidents more in explanatory terms.
Please know however. The point is that Paul, Pearson, Stéphanie, successfully and brutally pulled me down from a fact stage on which I would have been able to retrieve my truths of live as myself from their crime backed by power and money.
Thus, I’m falling again into the category of Capability, impossible.
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This is DA 64, Dash About series, so I’ll continue on that line to the end. Aware of it please.
In the city I live now, in the past there were a couple of decisive time points about the possibility of my authorship by people. One of them was when I published Love wondrous, poetic prose versets based loosely on Song of Songs in OT.
I strongly sensed I gained the readership from Love wondrous. Then, what seemed to happen was that some prestigious media source related to Paul stopped it. Later, I mentioned Love wondrous in different publications here at Juliette Masch Writes. Some people liked it form and tonality and noticed its depth, I again sensed. Then, what seemed to happen was that Jennifer stopped it. She was locally an accomplice of Paul and all of my oeuvres which hold potential cinématization were given to her as the author by Paul. Love wondrous is one of such oeuvres. Whether you remember or not, Jennifer is a young woman with height and long legs, (if a woman whom I though of was her), an attention catcher if she among locals, while she would easily be roaming along dubious peripherals if in Hollywood. In my sense, looking back at that time, I was very close to be accepted as an unusual type of author, both in résumé and foundation with no supportive network, and mostly due to my ethnic reality which touches nerves of liberals (thus, Dems here) upon my authorship as recognizable. Despite all, I was close at that time to be. However! However Jennifer! She posted juxtaposed photos (plural) of her body part, most likely her legs, with mine, in order to draw laughter from the city populace. No way. I'm a woman with no matter legs but legs, which means very good for hiking. Thus people laughed at me as inassociable to Love wondrous, poetic love poem in hyperbole. Then, people decided Jennifer to be the author of Love wondrous. She might have sung and performed Love wondrous in her presentative interpretations and posted on social media. Therefore, no way for me. Whatever however Jennifer could be the title of her debut film.
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Making me be laughing stock or stuffing has been the passion entertainment of Shiba and JPN sources (in this case, JPN women) since then? The beginning was my office era. Oh quelle passion! So longtime!
Many of my oeuvres are lyrical rythme on, subtle often, while intellectually direct. Shiba and JPN sources (females) post laughing commentaries on me with photos, altered images, the consequences of which tend to lead people to me as laughable and litterature-out person but akin to an Asian comic object.
How about Pearson’s attitude against me? This guy loves to pseudo-education over people, so he theorized I’m cold blooded to children because … well how can I know the mindset of psychopath! Impossible for me!
Pearson pretends to live on logics, sociological experiments, love and God, score hitting, and narcistic self. Person loves the creation of self as being a comparative norm for high elevation to Heaven of himself with mini selves of his own miniatures. That could be a Disney film.
Pearson theorizes. I don’t care children. So, dangerous to the community. When I look happy with children or talking with a child or two and no one (me and children) don’t look nervous, Pearson swiftly re-theorizes as I’m a trained pedophile woman, thus very dangerous to the community.
Pearson theorizes in ramifications. According to him, it is impossible for me to be the author of Juliette Masch Writes. To prove the theory (not a hypothesis but the theory), he falsely claims that the publications of Juliette Masch Writes and other writings of mine I posted here and there are written by those whose résumé are most appropriate to the quality of my writings. To prove this, Pearson and hackers (his accomplices and my neighbors) hack my devices with no cease in order to claim Juliette Masch, my OpenAI account, my X accounts and so on, are institutional accounts. To prove this, Pearson with a full cooperation of Paul, cajolse locals, offers gifts to local kids, begs and persuades clergies, and makes children cry, sadly or heartbreakingly, hysterically or in a seizure prompt manner.
Young kids openly cry hard as if dying in pain, when knowing something will definitely change if my authorship is recognized, because, after all and above all, Paul has been offering gifts and gifts to local kids, especially those living near me.
Why locals matter? Because they see me walk, shop, talk, which means locals can tell Jennifer is not me as living in my residence. More importantly, we don’t live in a wilderness, which means those locals living near me inevitably realize all lies about me on social media posted by JPN sources, because I’m not gambling in Las Vegas at the same moment they see me walk or shop groceries in this city near Boston.
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A or B or C or D and so on… The ramification theory’s venue is Paul’s. Paul’s local accomplices, wherever I go, connect to each other for tracing all of my moves. The HQ equivalents must be led by Shiba and Stéphanie who post photos, anecdotes, images and so on about me in accordance to what I do at every moment for laughter. The idea is to degrade me as laughable object at which anything is permissible because Paul protect them.
I enter a store. I buy A or B and C or D by this order. Or, I buy C and B and other groceries, not A and D. Whatever combination would be, Paul and Pearson make ground inferences. Shiba mostly elaborates the combination to make me silly and laughable. Shiba holds, in my guess, Instagram in which Asian women appear and I’m supposed to be one of them. A or B or C or D, or all of them altogether. At the core, A-Z become mere jokes, the characters in my … what can I call them? … screen writing like fictional conversations in Japanese.
The most binary theory of Paul is A: It is impossible for me to be able to write what I published and publish in English or French, or DHQ (definitively high quality) Japanese. B: If I did write my publications by myself organically (only with spell check, with no grammar check nor auto corrections) in English or French, or DHQ Japanese, it will be more impossible for me to be able to gain the recognized authorship because many liberal elites in education do not accept such a case as much as many editors and publishers don’t. From here, ramifications begin. A-a: It is impossible, thus the writings are psychiatric treatments. A-b: It is impossible, thus there is the author or authors somewhere. A-b-a: But who would be? It is very possible for me to be, if I insist I’m the author. (Paul’s self reference).
B-a: Denying her is for the US. B-b: Everything has a right order in society.
Then, Shiba. How could she manage to deceive delivery stuff of packages? Here is my inference. She approaches. She speaks in tears and smiles to explain the buyer of pc on the way to the delivery car wants the product just during a returnable period to take shots of her with pc. Shiba continues. That’s psychiatric treatments… blah blah blah …. and, look at her records in the past! Here, there, laptops were returned! Shiba reaches her major point. So, we want to change the configuration of the pc you’re going to deliver to her because she doesn’t need a workable pc. (Around here, her logic falls into a pit).
Shiba is an authentically, originally, disturbingly, cultural Asiatic psychopath and parasite. She’ll never stop nor regret. She found out how easily clergies in the US can be taken to her. Otherwise, make kids cry, cry, scream, cry. That is the last card of Pearson and Shiba when they feel there is such a thing as a genuine justice in the world.
Shiba employs her own binary theory and how it goes depends on her reactionary defense. She pours washer liquid into the engine oil of my car. She cut electric lines of my car. She posts horrible photos of mine to attract certain genre buyers and subscribers to laugh at me. Her acts reveal the nature of her psychopath. A: She pretends to be innocent and sings and dances in ridiculous costumes with her accomplices to demonstrate everything is a game of kids. B: In tears, she repeats everything is from and for the friendship between her and me, she tried to help me for damaging the engine and cut electric lines because the car is old, and post funny things online to make me likable. With a group of young children (ethnic most evidently) behind her, Shiba can get clergies’ protection in this or that ways with no failure.
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To support the psychiatric treatements-theory made up by Paul and Pearson about me, JPN sources gather faked medical records as investments. In their minds, that is the investment from which JPN sources (hospital) expect high returns. The alternative is they will lose reputations, credentials, professions, by fabricating false medical records on me. JPN man has paid for faked mental illness records of me and the cost became not low. JPN man needs money from publishing my writings without my consent. He would say: This is also my investment. I invested on those medical documents and testimonies and need to pay off by returns.
Over years, this mental illness record on me has elaborated. Shiba made it up. JPN man focuses on. Pearson localized it here in the US. Some clergies supported Pearson. Locals in the city which I live now love Stéphanie to promote as the author of Juliette Masch Writes, labeling me as a schizophrenia. As if supportive documents, Pearson and Paul utilize my publications. ‘‘Les rues croisées à l’esprit’’ could be #1 of such abuses.
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(Excerpt from ‘‘Les rues croisées à l’esprit’’ )
Dans une chambre médicalement psyco-thérapeutique du docteur agrégé en psychologie à l’étage haut du bâtiment de glace, un savant de l’ontologie parle d’une série de ses rêves au psychiatre. Ce sont des rêves métaphysiques et beaux, ou des cauchemars enfantins? Il lui dit que cela commence toujours de la même façon mais finit toujours d’une manière différente. …. je suis toujours ici avec vous, Docteur, quand ça commence …. toujours comme ça …. oui, je sais, je suis pas savant, ne connais rien d’ontologie …. mais c’est vous qui me dites toujours la même chose sur moi et ma vie, mon occupation et ma famille, …. non, selon vous je n’ai pas de femme au courant …. mais je suis tombé en amour ou je suis jamais, ça tout dépend de l’arrière-plan de mon rêve ….. Vous et moi, c’est à dire nous qui sommes ici, dans cette chambre du bâtiment haut au style de future, fait en glace, métaux fins partout, nous sommes en très haut, entourés de l’air claire et pure, le ciel en bas, nous sommes ici dans cette chambre carrée et ronde, cercle en même temps angulaire, des peintures abstraites rangées sur un panneau derrière votre fauteuil en matériaux de vraies fleurs, eh bien quel luxe à vous! moi, je suis toujours sur cette chaise de bois, simple et dure, qui ne me donne aucun comfort.
Dans mon rêve à une nuit mais ici il fait toujours un plein jour avec le ciel très bleu comme un bijou, vous êtes tombé à votre sommeil tout à coup et ça, aussi toujours est la même chose par qui tout commence différemment à chaque fois.
Par le mur de glace, j’ai vu des voitures volantes à la circulation acrobatique. Par ça, j’ai compris que c’était le future lointain qui soit concerné à ce rêve. Un taxi volant est venu et il s’est arrêté près de le mur transparente. Le conducteur me saluait et la glace s’ouvra. J’y suis monté. A ce moment, je me demandai si je devrais vous réveiller pour inviter au vol avec moi. Non, ô non, c’est pas bon car il est endormi dans son rêve de l’ontologie, on y va sans lui, me dit le conducteur. Ainsi j’en suis parti envers les cieux.
(Excerpt from “Les rue croisées à l’esprit “ by Juliette Masch)
MY ENGLISH NON-LITERAL TRANSLATION: VERY ABBREVIATED
Doctor. No, I’m not an expert of ontology. No, I know nothing about metaphysics. You told me that is what I am. Why am I always here meeting you in this room, high in this transparent building? Sky high, glacial blue, I’m on the same chair of wood, speaking who I am supposed to be and about my love, family, and ….
It begins like this and ends like that always. Glacial blue is the sky high, the doctor always falls into his sleep in his confort, and ….
I saw the circulation of vehicles in air around those sky high buildings. Yes, oh yeah, this is a future city, the same as usual whenever I’m here ….
Then, a flying taxi stopped just here. Through the sheer glass wall, the driver gestured at me for …. The wall exposed an ouverture. I looked at the psychiatric doctor. As usual, he was in his sudden and deep sleep…..
I stepped out from the room to the air taxi. I was in. The taxi flew into the higher sky …
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‘‘Les rues croisées à l’esprit’’ is consequentially to be one of trio mysterious stories. Other two are “Décembre pour les cieux oubliés” and “Juillet Story”. Although those three stories are not directly related to each other, each has my affinity to other dimensional worlds, superposed on human minds. For medical professionals, it could be analyzed as a domain of psychology. For experts of ontology of metaphysics, it could be open doors for air rides. And…
… and banal and vain people like Paul and Pearson, it is nothing but tools to promote themselves by utilizing me as disposable commodity for their gains.
No mystery exists for those who don’t know the ability for. Such is anyway nothing in no way for them because it is the impossible capacity.
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Capacity, impossible. DA 64. by Juliette Masch (8/27)