Sunday, December 10, 2017

Wait Time

A unusually busy morning of text messages and the landlady too, coming by again to tell me about the heat pump repair guy and the gate arrangements. Said repair guy is now 2.5 hours late. Which owing to my timing of getting up, and the impending repair guy coming, meant that I had breakfast, and then didn't take a shower or shave as he was about to arrive, per appointment. And of course, in the goings on not of my making, there is intense interest in my shaving and any other application of cutting blades, from preparing food, sharpening pruner blades and other cutting tools. Funny how I get a flurry of text messages at times, as normally I would get only two a week.

Now 1730h, and no repair guy. Just to think I got frozen in place waiting for him. All too inconvenient that the landlords took off today, so I have no direct communication with this person. A few things didn't get done today because of this, but nothing infuriating.

Yoga... a UK accent dude yapping at the front desk the whole time I changed, readied myself for class. Then he took off, when it seemed he was asking questions about yoga and was about to join the class. The perps like to plant UK accented male banter around me, which I consider part of the Unfavored show they like to arrange. Right up there with Scottish accents, the odd German accent, and too, vehicles with deep tinted windows, and the collection of clinical themes, white coats, wheelchairs, stretchers etc. The past six weeks of M-F hospital visitations for radiotherapy brought on plenty of the latter examples, and I am glad that is over for that very reason. Otherwise, it was all females apart from me.

A day out in the vineyard, and I even had a co-worker today, and got to talk lots and share the gossip about vineyards and wineries. I hadn't seen my co-worker for a year, so there was lots to catch up on; new owners causing family dysfunctions, past employers loosing their faculties, winery CEO's getting turfed etc.

Two quotes on coincidence I like:
"Coincidence is the word we use when we can't see the levers and pulleys."
- Emma Bull

"Coincidence is best regarded as a crack in time, a gap in time's narrative that requires filling in, elaboration. You see, when the entire story is laid before you the concept of coincidence simply vanishes and understanding takes its place."
- Eamonn Gabriel
Though the second is a little presumptive or broadly elliptical, unless one  envisions a darker manipulative world where the puppet masters remain hidden. For all the arranged coincidences I have experienced, I have yet to attain understanding, before or after the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002. My ex was obviously in on my being a perp pawn, a nonconsensual human experimentation subject, a naive one in those days. She had some workplace friends I liked, but among them there seemed to be a common understanding, one that invoked mirth among them though they never shared the reason, and in particular once, it was about the statement:
 "there are no coincidences, just lessons that one hasn't learned yet".
I thought the statement was a little obscure, and again, they never choose to explain their belief system around it. So what is it about arranged coincidences that serves the perps purpose?

Dr. John Lily, no stranger to some darker forces, though I doubt he was a decision maker in this respect, but an highly intelligent investigator who at least served the greater purpose with his LSD and ketamine use, often in isolation tanks.He had this to say about coincidences;
 To all humans
If you wish to control coincidences in your own life on the planet Earth, we will cooperate and determine those coincidences for you under the following conditions:

    1) You must know/assume/simulate our existence in ECCO
    2) You must be willing to accept our responsibility for control of your coincidences.
    3) You must exert your best capabilities for your survival programs and your own development as an advancing/advanced member of ECCO's earthside corps of controlled coincidence workers. You are expected to use your best intelligence in this service
    4) You are expected to expect the unexpected every minute, every hour of every day and of every night.
    5) You must be able to maintain conscious/thinking/ reasoning no matter what events we arrange to happen to you. Some of these events will seem catachlysmic/catastrophic/overwhelming: remember stay aware, no matter what happens/apparently happens to you.
    6) You are in our training program for life: there is no escape from it. We (not you ) control the long-term coincidences; you (not we) control the shorter-term coincidences by your own efforts.
    7) Your major mission on earth is to discover/create that which we do to control the long-term coincidence patterns: you are being trained on Earth to do this job.
    8) When your mission on planet Earth is completed, you will no longer be required to remain/return there.
Another day in the vineyard, and a bigger crew today. The perps made me late, in a classic move, everyone was there, and I was late. I got there at 0800h at the gate, but I assume, every one came early and went in. No end of early-late games went on this past summer at this same vineyard when I worked with a crew of six. The perps like to either have me arrive early when no one else is there, or in today's instance, arrive late when everyone else is there. This stunt is most prevalent when a larger body of personnel arrive for the first time.

Another day in the vineyard, on a cane collection project. It was cold, about 1C all day, and the ground was frozen. I felt nauseous all day today, but managed to get my lunch down OK; it is just a generalized feeling, and doesn't seem gut related. As the sun went down at about 1500h, and we had another hour to work, I felt really grim. Though by the vehicular gangstalking and the extensive headlight show on my way back, yesterday and today, I assume they were ready for me. They even put a ladder-mobile in front of me, even leading me down the last 50m going down the lane. These ladder bearing vehicles have erupted in such a profusion since they took me down in 04-2002, and of late, there seems to be a vehicular escalation of everything, lights, ladders, trailers, towed vehicles etc.

Later in the evening I felt hot, took my temperature, and it was 37.6C (normal is 37.0C). My new "normal" for the past year has been 36.4C, so this was a 1.3C difference, which is significant for body temperature. I took a tylenol in typical conventional medical practice of symptom suppression, and called it a night. And I even got to sleep within 10 minutes, a rarity, as it usually takes an hour or more. I sure wish I knew what is ailing me in conventional terms, though while being kept in this rabbit hole, it could be anything. The phrase, "what have you done to me now?" is deployed at least a half dozen times a day. Usually the more persistent issues beg for a conventional result, though after going through no end hoops and obstructive clinicians to find the right solution. After the (so far) futile game of attempting to get dopamine accepted as a hormone, and that low dopamine just might be the source of my many health issues, (backed up with test results, and research literature) I don't feel prepossessed to complain about an acute dopamine deficiency. Besides, I have no information to back up the latter claim. I suppose I should look it up on Google and all that, all to start another round of futility

Sometimes I have to scream at the perps just to type the date out, above date a case in point. They put me through 5 typos before it could be done correctly. I have been keyboarding for over 40 years, so I cannot see any other explanation, which also fits with the fact that my fingers seem have always been guided by a foreign hand at times. As if lifetime ADD wasn't enough; then the hounds of cognitive disruption then descend on one to make matters all the worse. Then they obstruct medical care to deal with the ADD issue. Welcome to hell on earth, in the guise of freedom.

Another reason to scream at the assholes was last night while playing Frida, a film I have seen some 5x, the most watched film I know. I saw it twice at the cinema, and bought the DVD new and  played 2-3x more at home. I put it on last night, and lo, if the assholes didn't fuck me over some 1.5 hours into the 2:09h long film. I could not navigate around it in any fashion, not even chapter hopping. It just plain jammed up. I don't see any other explanation except that it got sabotaged, bought new and played infrequently.

Perhaps it was a sign the perps want me to go to digital storage of my films, as in digital files instead of on disc, though I probably have about a dozen movies. Back about 1992, my vinyl records somehow took on a strange warp that made them unplayable. I looked after the records and made sure they were in a cool place and out of sunlight, and yet "somehow" they warped laterally. That is, the warp would flick the stylus L or R, not up or down, and this problem was through all my records. I could never figure out how it happened, and was sufficiently pissed with the vinyl audio format that I went to CD's. And since the harassment began in 2002, I learned that the perp assholes like to change up the source of my media; from vinyl, tape, to CD, DVD and in the case of music, digital audio files which I use mostly at home. I use CD's in my vehicle.

And I do see some scanned photographs that have gone missing on my PC, all being family photographs from the 1950's. I know that I am the only TI complaining about missing TI's.

So far, they haven't screwed me out of books and paper, but who knows what is coming next. There was one woman from NZ on the vineyard crew who read "books" on an electronic reader during our 45min lunch breaks, some of them the same as what I was reading in paperback. (I would give her book suggestions, and she would get them in digital files). I also gave her a hardback book, again after recommending it, as it was a novel that was "accidentally" sent to me from Amazon when I definitely did not order it. (As it "happened", this woman went on a three week holiday that covered at least 6 locations I had lived in or visited in eastern BC, northern WA state and Alberta. An astonishing coincidence that she could of picked such a road trip that covered so many of my road trips IMHO).

I call this the perp's information source imperative, though there are so many perp themes, objectives and imperatives that I have almost given up keeping track. But it does make me wonder, this digital realm of our collective culture, and ponder if it might not be a set up to make it go poof through some kind of great EMF purge. And I also wonder about the great sackings of libraries of the day, Carthage and Alexandria, some 1.5 million volumes in total, just wiped out by the military thuggery of the day. An astonishing list of destroyed libraries is here at Wikipedia. Even Canada gets a mention for 2013, when the Fisheries and Oceans library was only 6% digitized and the rest of the documents and maps were heaved out. Well done, and not a freaking word of this was public at the time.

Not too different that the antiquities the US forces allowed to be raided in Iraq, but first blowing open the doors of the museum and then standing around allowing the locals to raid it. This was long after the US high command was warned about this possibility by US based archeologists and other experts, who gave specific advice on that particular building, the value of the artifacts, and the extent of the collection. Apparently Rumsfeld and company had a good laugh when the museum was raided and trashed. Well done, more antiquities trashed, and not too different than the Romans was it?

Enough for the week and to get this posted.