Smell of the Day and Other Ramblings on Color

And there is always a smell that is supplied to my nose throughout the day, and it does not require any ostensible cause. Often it is a BO type smell, though truly unlikely as I shower every morning and do nothing energetic (shamefully, but not my choice).

The smell isn't constant, but is usually introduced when other noisescape activity is on; e.g two favorite noises are that of loud chopped biker's motorcycle (HOG) and loud buzzy or non-existent mufflered vehicles. These noises are not from actual vehicle passage as a rule, but from the perp's noise machine or whatever they call their projected sound abilities. On some occasions when they need high pitched sounds they will add in a flurry of sirens. Again, no emergency vehicles appear. The first mentioned noises can occur up to 5 times per minute which would make this neighborhood to be equivalent in biker noise to be their club location. That is not the situation, it is a tidy neighborhood with plenty of smaller condominium towers, and the nearest biker's club is at least 10 miles away. I have sounded on the noisescape before, and am repeating myself here.

Or if any non-controlled thoughts come to mind, ie. those not planted by the perps, a smell up the nose will usually erupt. The said smells aren't too noxious, though it is simply amazing how consistent it occurs with aforementioned events, nearly 100%. Yesterday and today it has been a burning paint smell, which takes me back to 6 or 7 years old when I helped my parents strip paint with a hot-soled device with a trailing blade to lift it. As soon as the perps planted the smell yesterday this recollection came to mind, but again, I cannot ever be assured it was my own native thought association or if they were emulating it by planting them.

At the time, I distinctly remember that it was yellow paint being removed to the bare, light brown colored wood. And if one has been following these posts, you will recognize that brown colored anything is one of the perps biggest challenges vis a vis their realtime brain exploration games that go on. And I have stripped a whole lot of paint over wood in my house ownership days, and I have a strong notion it was no coincidence.

As an aside, the perps put on a gangstalker in the ugliest color combination ever today; a woman with a smart tailored jacket (= male's sport's jacket) in a combination of day-glow red and light brown colors. Revolting wasn't the word, but it had to be put on for me to see as day-glo colors are also part of the harassment-scape. A technical, but very thoughtful, analysis of color, gravity and energetics and why day-glow colors are the perp's favored display colors is at one of my favorite energy theorists, JK Harms' site (under Brightness) I don't profess to understand him, but I think he is on the right track. The perps usually hammer my vision when I attempt to read his papers, and so little comprehension occurs.

Presently the perps have brown colored furniture lined up on the alleyway width of street that I can see from my apartment (100' away), as well as some spent palettes propped up nearby (30' away). As I said before, I have a notion as to why brown is a particular problem color for them, but I won't go into it. They also put more brown-skinned persons near me in the public areas, and even "showcase" them, where a single person will walk directly toward me on the same line, with no other gangstalkers in-between, for some 50 to 100' facing, and then away from each other after we pass by.

The red vehicle and clothing games are also still quite active, even if I don't drive anymore. And for some reason, men in pink (shirts or jackets) are more apparent, some 3 to 5 sightings per five minute walk each time. They would be MIBs converted to MIPs I suppose, but there is a lot to be learned about color and respective energies, and I suspect that red is another deep problem color for the perps. The above JK Harms link is a fascinating aside, and I find that he predicts some common perp activity around the entire world of energetics and action at a distance technology that forms the basis of this venal harassment, 24x7.

The perps will get me out on a longer walk tommorow, likely 30 minutes total, to get a parcel at the post office for an unknown order. I have nothing that I am expecting, and as I am here 90% of the time, I cannot help but wonder as to the timing of the Post Office's delivery attempt when I was away at the doctor for 1.5 hours only this week (to 07-12, three days so far). Impeccable coordination as always. And, assuming this is a legitimate parcel for me, I have an abiding hunch it will be a brown box, and I will be inudated with gangstalkers, both vehicular and ambulatory, while bringing it home. Everyone and their backpack or their dog.

Enough for a post, even if a bit random these days, as there isn't very much going on.