The Noisescape

There are planted and controlled noises wherever I go, designed IMHO, to stimulate specific attention processing regions of the brain. When I am on-line, I can expect these consistently created/planted noises to occur simutaneously with selecting a new web page, selecting text, reading specific words (nouns, proper nouns and verbs), fixing typos (incurred by mind-control in the first place), password entry (e.g. Yahoo), select, cut & paste mouse actions, bookmarking web sites, saving files etc. Or even off-line, doing basic functions such as drinking water, stepping on something (usually perp planted), yawning (usually perp invoked), writing and fixing handwriting errors (caused by mind control), eating specific foods, changing my clothes etc.


This I call the "noisescape" and the noise can be categorized as the following types of Sound:

• transient, (a one of noise)
• transient with a backbeat (a follow-on harmonic or softer sounding repetition)
• repetitive (beeping car alarm)
• continuous (within reason, say 20 seconds or longer)
• protracted (longer decay time, e.g. loud engine heading off into the distance)
• human voice noise (coughing, talking, exclaiming)

Which I believe, is to incurr at least two specific types of Human Processing/Accomodation to noise:

• background noise (more of a cognitive accustomization where one doesn't "notice" it),
• attentional noise (noticed as unusual and decode)

Examples of the noise sources that are continually created (or "happen") to fulfil the perp's objectives in the above classifications are as follows:

loud (buzzy or "performance") mufflered vehicles (3 - 5 times per minute sometimes)
loud two cycle motorcycles, e.g. Harley Davidson (3 - 5 times per minute sometimes)
high revving four-stroke motorcycles
improperly mufflered vehicles
vehicle horns (unusally common)
heavy duty truck traffic
sirens (rarely an actual emergency vehicle)
excessively squealing brakes of heavy duty vehicles
overhead "squeaking" of concrete floors (they don't squeak anywhere else but here)
unusual water consumption noise from putative neighbors (often alternating between E & W sides)

I live 60' from a 3 three lane one way road wher traffic moves at less than 50 kph as this location borders the edge of downtown. The created/planted traffic noise is as if I'm living next to a high speed 10 lane freeway. And I can even stare down the noise by deriding the perps of the obvious discontinuity between visible traffic and the noise created (by them). There are plenty of buildings that would attenuate the sound as there is only an alleyway through which I can see street level.

Anytime I undertake an activity or exercise my recall or like retrospective mental activities, I get noisestalked. That is, from the above list of common noise sources, a purposeful noise is created or coordinated simutaneuosly. As currently, "I was struggling" (read mind-controlled dithering) to keystroke a previous word and a vehicle horn sounded. I placed some papers in a shelf, more noise. So it goes all day long, "coinicidence" beyond "coincidence", noisestalked.

And not just here in my rabbit-warren apartment, but outside too. I open the car door, and a nearby horn goes off. While hiking there will be a continuous procession of light aircraft miles from any established flight path.

All this has commonality with the new voices that occur in my posting on the rage shows they put me through. Any ideas as to what this is about, especially you gangstalkers?

A Vehicular Gangstalking Primer

This post is an attempt to detail the planting and coordinating specific colored vehicles proximate to me: ahead, behind (sometimes), oncoming and most adjacent feeder streets, with parked vehicles included.

The vehicular gangstalk theme usually begins with a sampler; one of each color of interest, all vehicles in file, headlights on, tight together ("in formation"), 5 to 15 of them in a cluster. The top vehicular gangstalk colors are deep red, deep green, white, black and silver grey -the last being the same as my vehicle. They also have "blue days", usually when I am dressed in some blue colors, and also light brown with a rare yellow. It is no exception that the predominant firms taxi cabs in Victoria are deep red, white & blue.

After the sampler vehicle formation, they start with white and silver grey colored vehicles and proceed to dark green and in short order mid-red and dark red (burgundy). And often the perps will mass vehcles of the same color about me; four dark reds around me at an intersection is not unusual with two more facing me from the oncoming traffic lane, and anywhere from 6 to 15 red vehicles crossing past.

Sometimes I get the "sandwich" treatment for several blocks; same color vehicles immediately ahead and behind, and sometimes more in a train ahead of me. It is rare for them to put more than one behind me except at intersections, and even then, they sit at least one car length behind me as if I have some kind of communicable disease.

This cavalcade of color coordinated vehicles ahead, oncoming, turning off, merging on, and crossing at intersections goes on anywhere and anytime I go out driving. Most often the vehicles are arranged color-wise around my usual parking area, say, red vehicles (mostly) on the West side and silver grey vehicles on the East side (mostly) of the parking lot. If driving in the city I can expect 200 to 500 vehicular gangstalking vehicles, and on the highway, 1,000 to 2,000 where they put together formations (clusters) of a 100 or so across all lanes in color matched sequences. On the highway the perps will put SUV's and mini-vans together, the same with pickup trucks and vans, then sedans. Totally bizarre, every time.

I am getting a whole lot of keystroke dithering and vision impairment as I am composing, with any corrections getting noisestalked. Therefore, this will be a short post.

Sabotage & Harassment -a Sampler

As a TI, sabotage of anything that meets the perp's displeasure is a given. This applies to mundane activities such as typing, or having certain garments that they do not wish me to have although allowed in the past. Any new activity is guaranteed to be sabotaged, as they would of created the incident in the first place.

Typing, or keystroking as I call it, is fraught with mind-controlled typos, which hopefully you will not read. I was once a fastidious speller and a reasonable keystroker until these depraved assholes landed on my back, and made their mind-control agenda apparent. These are not ordinary typos, but include the letters of the next planned word being "injected" (by mind (or finger) control from a distance) into the word that I am presently typing. This sets up some fierce rage shows where again, "my" response is mind controlled to the level of possibly earning me an apartment eviction (already happened twice before). And don't forget, that the perps will sabotage my keystrokes in correcting the typos they caused in the first place. Even the placement of a "." can be a fraught exercise should it fall at the end of a line. These pitched battles over who owns my fingers almost invariably happen over the first half hour of keystroking, then they back off some.

And it should be noted that these very same typos/keystroke sabotage "happen" as I handwrite in my physical journal. In fact, it is worse there as they sabotage the scripting of 95% of all letter "s", making it like a letter "c", and I have no control whatsovever, even if I try. Other letters that get sabotaged in handwriting are letters, "g, y, u, m, n". And again, this has never happened before until this venal cabal mugged me in Seattle in 2002, and have dogged me all the way back, sans job, to Victoria, Canada where they were waiting for me with ever more gangstalkers at every turn I make.

Another form of harassment is vision impairments that happen transitorily as I type. It seems that the perps create (action at a distance operations again) a film of mucus on my eyes (which I have seen) and pass it over my cornea in concert with what concept or word I have in mind. Or, at least, a concept or word that the perps have planted as I cannot be sure anymore as to where all "my ideas" come from, especially as this has being going on for a lifetime (53 years). In other words, they seem to want to create a temporary disassociation between what I see, and what is on-screen. Not that I care to know much about the technicalities as to their harassment agenda, I want my own life back, now. The last doctor I saw confirmed my complaints as persecution, and even my so-called family still maintain their avoidant behaviours and will not intelligently discuss any of the myriad improbabilities that occur, let alone the impossibility of the collective coincidences.

One big life-component the perps harass me with is in ambient and intrusive noise. I, or they, in planted thought form, call this the "noisescape". The perps have somehow caused anything I do, especially opening packaging, to be amplified in volume so to ensure there is more noise about me. As well, 3 to 5 loud mufflered vehicles per minute, or more correctly, the noise thereof, pass by to create a 5 to 10 second long sound decay, which is highly favored. This kind of "traffic noise" wasn't even apparent in this same apartment six months ago. Now, it is all day. I will later explain why no corresponding vehicles appear to be the cause of said noise, as I can see the street in part, and there are none travelling at the speed the "traffic noise" suggests. They amplify both ambient noise (raising the threshold of noticeability) and that of transitory noise, again, ensuring a protracted decay time.

I also get a variety of "neighbor noise", usually in the form of water usage, though it is very clear that no neighbors coordinate their "water usage" say, by alternating use, one from each side. Sometimes "neighbors" will tap their floor overhead (my ceiling) and the tapping will then progress along the ceiling to the suite beside me, and down the wall. More unlikely neighbor noise-making coordination. Other times, I get a familar (to me) kerchunk sound (like an oversized stapler) that has followed me through five apartments, wherever I have "neighbors" overhead.

Other contributors to the noisescape are a sudden onset of eating and chewing noise in my mouth that never occured before, and there is little I can do about. The perps also set up a jaw clicking noise that has no other or former related medical conditions, and it can even start up without me chewing anything.

Many of the transient noise is timed to web page display changes, an unbidden thought that is not mind-controlled (getting very rare now), when I change my clothes (color is a significant aspect of the perp harassment and sabotage), undertake a specific action, say drinking a glass of water, cutting up the chicken meat, opening the fridge etc. A subset of the noisestalking is thoughtstalking, where a noise erupts where I have thought of something outside the perp's script.

As I type, or handwrite, specific words will trigger noisescape additions. One can never be sure which words will be "hot" (earning a noisestalking as I call it), as it will vary from day to day. On occasion, I will get a body zap in place, or with, noisestalking. It is usually an overhead clunk with a total body jerk reaction, another facet of my past six apartments in two countries. Alternately, or in combination, a transitory plasma flash will appear. Another add-on is introducing a sudden and unexpected smell.

The plasma and/or maser (a coherent magnetic beam similar to a laser) show deserves a full blog of its own, but suffice to say, it is constant inside this appartment, and any visitors, if allowed by the perps, would see it too. (All major phenomenon have been confirmed by other parties.) The hallways of the apartment have a "plasmic fog" look to them, it is the only words I know to describe this visual hash which is becoming more pervasive around me. Usually a plasma flash will occur ahead of me in locations there I am about to reach, step into, or sit on. The masers appear to emanate from any wall surface imperfections as well as from me. These are one of the more benign harassment types, save when they strobe the plasma flashes at night to annoy me or otherwise perform their illegal research.

I frequently get navy blue dust bunnies that "show up" on the carpet or bed overnight, and sometimes "arrive" in the shower with me, and even (somehow) stick to the ceiling in the bathroom. These too have followed me over six apartments in the past seven years.

I am getting severe sabotage on keystroking currently and so I will cease the blogging on this introduction to harassment for now.

Dinnertime Rage Show

Making dinner tonight was another classic harassment activity; the action-at-distance provocations and then mind-controlled rage reactions. I have no power whatsoever to control "my" reaction. And each of this events, which followed within a minute or so of each other was accompanied by a different voice. That's correct, the perps can substantially rearrange my vocal chords inside of 5 seconds, and it is always a feature of rage shows.

The perps got me cranked up by mind-controlling a "forget" on the new package of cheese that needed to be opened while in a crunch state of needing to expedite matters as my tortilla was cooking on the stove. They did this by mind-controlling/dithering "my" finger coordination with the scissors to prolong opening the package and then controlled me to rage at them.

Then they rattled the plate on the stove in constant motion, then mind-conrolled another rage show as a response, in a different and louder voice. More finger motor control dithering while I did the dishes in the interim while the cheese was melting under the broil burner; ergo, another rage show, and another voice.

Then once the fry pan with tortilla was pulled out from the overhead broil burner and back on the top burner, the perps screwed me over for folding the totrtilla in two, a mission critial event insofar as making a successful product and not have the contents spill out. And it "so" happened that there was a mismatched fold with some of the olive tapenade happening to fall out on the counter and cutting board. And they applied extra heat to burn my fingers and hasten a piss-poor job. Naturally I get mind controlled in remediating to the resultant problem and "make do".

Another regular stunt is the perps spinning the fry pan as I fold the tortilla, which in itself is a feat as the burner is not level (their doing for every place I have lived for decades), and yet the pan spins like there were ballbearings underneath. The perps mind-controlled me for another rage over this intrusion, this one the loudest voice version I have ever had.

Another rage stunt erupted when they dithered my finger motor control and would not let me pick up the cling wrap to put over the cheese. Again, another voice variant, and a loud one at that. There are constant "battles" (read mind-controlled reactions to action-at-a-distance provocations (neural and physical)) over the cling wrap placement and properties (i.e. clinging), but 90% of the time the perps will not let it cling, but only drape and flutter.

The perps have me eat the same food for lunch and dinner, now 3.5 years running, and the mind-controlled me, "doesn't mind". This has never happened before in 52 years of living (sort of) and yet, for very strange (read mind-controlled) reasons, this is not a hardship. The food that I eat is a tortilla with an olive tapenade base, cooked red onions, chopped chicken (always bought cooked) and melted cheese over top. Half of the tortilla is eaten at one meal, then the other half is reheated at the next meal. Nutritious, but the same every lunch and dinner,- a never before experience.

And there are no real neighbors in this apartment block as the entire floor and at least two others that I frequent, are irradiating/vibrating with some kind of colored plasma. I could call it radioactive (in the sense of ionized radiation) but it is not that kind. Call it a plasma bath, which infers a very high magnetic radiation which is visible all the time in transitory exposures, usually in peripherial vision. In the early 2002 days of harassment, I did measure 200 gauss with an industrial quality meter, but I would not be surprised if it were 1,000 or even 10,000 times as much now.

Anyhow, I should describe these irradiative effects and displays that I deal with every waking minute in another post, as they are truly exceptional as a constant backdrop to my existence.

Getting Started

April 18, 2006

This is about life as a Targetted Individual, in the harassment and surveillance parlance, TI.

It is a world, or more correctly, an existence, which is constrained to a small subset of the rights accorded to citizens of democratic countries, e.g. Canada and the US. And the "it" will be explained, as this is still going on. Imagine living under a microscope where every keystroke, fart, sneeze, scratch, word choice, gaze, body position and movement etc. is monitored and surveilled. Not only that, but all these can be controlled remotely by a party called the perps, again using the parlance. That is to say, my arms, fingers, cough reflex etc. can be controlled remotely, and even as I key this, to serve some unknown (to me) nefarious purpose. Call it high tech harassment, or eharassment, but it is actually more than that. It amounts to mind-control as I have come to understand, and this has been going on for a lifetime, now 52 years, with only the last 4 in which I was aware of this (naive-TI, then aware-TI).

It gets much worse than that; I am not permitted to work, and got sucked into the "disability" income game, so I can be harassed and followed everywhere I go in public, ambulatory or vehicular. That is gangstalking, again to use the terminology of this experience that has been applied to many others. My family is in on the game, and won't explain their evasiveness anytime I challenge their vacuous sophistry, and the doctor even gave up pretending that the problem was clinical, after incarcerating me in hospital for no organic reason (IMHO).

Retrospective analysis of my life's circumstances strongly suggests not only parental involvement, but that of schools, employers, and "friends" for my entire life, the naive-TI days. Life under a black cloud, as a Potemkin village, or scripted in its entirety.

Who are the perps? That I would like to know, but there are enough similarities with the Men In Black, or MIBs. Though they include women as well now, and they now favor black fleece, leather or wool garments. They know where I am going every time, to every location in the store and post gangstalkers there, as well as mob me with formations of color coordinated vehicles enroute, and anywhere I park. In the least, they have boundless resources, and exhibit group psychopathic tendencies with peerless organization. More in later posts.

This takes place in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada though the initial assault began in Seattle WA USA where I was working at the time. And I would dearly like to hear from anyone in this city as to what is going on, because I must be the only one who doesn't. Some 200 to 1500 vehicles will mob me on my outings, and there will be at least ten extra "customers" (read gangstalkers) coursing about me in any shopping location. Again, the colors of the gangstalkers clothes seems to be vital, and they will be coordinated to introduce blacks, whites and greys at first, then move onto dark greens, blues and reds, especially dark reds.

It is a lonely and bizarre existence to be cut off socially (e.g. coordinated unreturned phone calls), and find one's parents in the center of this criminality , and then be confronted with constant gangstalking and other high-tech harassment that no one wants to hear about.

Certainly not the police, who have acted at the perp's behest more than once, and parade their vehicles about as part of the daily vehicular gangstalking activity. The police will sometimes put on an ambulatory gangstalking by "happening" to be in the store at the same time as I am, or else they will put on traffic constricting "seat belt checks" and participate in other road activity stunts. The rub of course is that there is no proof that one can assert to charge this mysterious entity with criminal level harassment.

So this blog, in all its bizarre terms and events that will unfold, serves as my therapy; to document what happens to certain specified citizens who are supplied to the perps/MIBs as covert nonconsensual human subjects. This organized psychopathic stalking and assault goes on routinely for many selected subjects, and I am one.

Links to explain covert harassment and mind-control activities in more detail are:

http://www.raven1.net/
http://www.mindjustice.org/
http://www.c-a-t-c-h.ca/

My out of date story, some 35 pp, is at the link below, and I cannot get the web-master to put the updated version in its place. I will endeavor to get it posted somehow, as I don't have a website, owing to the withering and dynamic sabotage that took place when I attempted to use an HTML authoring tool.

http://www.mindcontrolforums.com/v/ajh.htm

Anyhow, even if you don't look at any of those links, this is tale of ongoing nonconsensual human experimentation as well as organized criminal harassment. All taking place in a city of 300,000 pop. that appears to be totally trained and compliant in cooperating with the perps/MIBs or whoever they are.

Enough said for now. Maybe next post I will fill you in on the mind-controlled hassle it has been to key all this in.
AJH