1205h
I haven't had a fire alarm for at least 10 months or more, but they pulled one this morning after I had been web surfing for some two hours. And of minor note, they forced me to have a pee before I headed out while the alarm bell was clanging in the hallway outside my apartment. They had two motorized wheel chair acts on me in the LD store while I was passing the time and not wanting to stand outside the apartment building while the fire department did their thing. The wheelchair acts were within 10' of each other, 90 degree offset, and made sure to dither in my path just ahead of me. I also got sent down the wrong aisle to compound the exposure time to the freaking wheelchair tail.
Now another one...
1240h
Back after a second fire alarm went off, though no yellow fire trucks this time. I went to the local supermarket and looked for some knick knack foods to test them out for nutritional purposes should I start daffodil bulb picking later this year. Or, at least, that was the planted rationale. And lo, if there wasn't yet another motorized wheelchair act, this time on the street after just exiting the supermarket. The theory, likely planted but has merit, is that the wheelchair acts/gangstalkers are replicating the seated position, and are in effect a
portable gangstalking emulation of what I had been doing for some two hours before the first fire alarm went off, I was seated in front of this LCD monitor, doing my regular news websurfing. And too, it might be that I loathe the sight of wheelchairs for some reason my tormentors know better than I do. Chances are they were using the same gangstalking method during the lost years of recall deletion, aged 2 to 5 y.o., and hence, have subconscious traumatization associations they cannot yet fuck with.
And the force was ready for my return to the building; a red haired woman packing a microwave (read, big magnet) wrapped up in black plastic not seeming to be concerned with the fact there was no moving going on nearby or the usual cover story. The perps have been heavy on black plastic recently; they put a huge rust stained wad of it in the first garbage can that I empty and carry around at the part time cleaning job. I suspect the rust stains might have been there for electromagnetic purposes, though it is always a mystery as to when they need these props locally, and when they don't. My 12" kitchen knife that would bleed rust if not dried immediately and it was converted to a rust free blade by some remotely applied alchemic means early in the harassment games in 2003.
And lo, after getting back after my second unplanned shopping visitation this morning, and taking off my jacket, the fire alarm went off for the third time, though only a 5 second burst. And again, once at the kitchen some minutes later, another short alarm bell burst. Can we say noisetracking?
1305h
Another fire alarm, no short burst; should I go or stay?
1408h
The alarm went on long enough to be a nuisance, so I put on my jacket and headed to the next level down when it stopped, and I returned immediately. That makes for three fire alarm durations for me to get up and head out so far today, and two short bursts. A total of five fire alarm events today, quite the fuckery. And as always, for the extended alarms, some 15 "residents" or so were gathered outside; I couldn't say I was the last out, but stopping for a PC shutdown, putting on my shoes and taking a pee gave me enough time to seriously ponder just who is actually living in this building. As mentioned in an earlier posting, the adjacent residential tower also seems bereft of a real population of residents, per fire call that was in the pictures I posted.
Time to post this I might not get back online later, and be heading out.
1545h
Not so; the phone is now conked out with no apparent cause. Internet access to the phone company is fine. So now, phone support via email just to play yet more fucking games with the assholes who have laid on the insanity extra thick already with five needless fire alarms events so far today. This is how it goes sometimes; they put on these major test days it seems. And not to mention the faux neighbor noise that has erupted as I am typing this. Earmuff time.
04-27-2009, next day
A wrap up of yesterday; the phone company didn't email back so I set off to take the bus, and lo, if it wasn't 12 minutes late when it is rarely late, and stacked with some 30 passengers, leaving one face-backward seat for me with two Unfavored freaks in front; a red-headed woman and a skinheaded male beside her. Normally, I look outside when on the bus to avoid the freaks, but it was at least three times that I was strangely compelled to look at the disgusting skinhead, a sight I particularly loathe, no matter the face. For a 1709h bus on a Sunday I would of expected maybe ten passengers, but I got the full meal deal. The alternate route bus was following as well, something they never do when N. bound, out of downtown. And for all that unplanned wait time at the bus stop, why, another minor freakshow of five clustered around, heavy on the red garments. And of course, the vehicular gangstalker show was in full force while captive at the bus stop; again, heavy on the red vehicle colors, but most often with accompanying white and silver-grey vehicles. If I don't get too messed with I will put up some pix.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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Ahh yes, the dithering in the aisles. Supermarket shopping tends to be quite an adventure. Two motorized wheelchairs is really something else! The perps often enjoy forcing one to walk out of one's way in order to avoid them and their little dithering games/street theatre etc.that way they can herd you into better areas for energy collection
Here's an interesting one: people are finding it interesting that I can tell the difference between identical twins. That seems to be something that is of very big interest to them. Like, how did I know it was John and not Larry? They seem to be pressing for specifics as to how I know... I know I can tell the difference quite well, by demeanor and some finer aspects of their looks. Also, they both seem to have a very different "presence" (or aura) about them. My perps seem to be interested in these little "sixth sense" capabilities (psychic) that I have. I guess this is why my perps don't do the implanted thoughts thing very often, because they know I know what they are "up to" at all times.
Interesting tidbit about memory games: it seems like they can "suppress" some short-term thing i am trying to remember. Then after a minute or so, that memory that was suppressed magically comes to me, all of a sudden-like. it seems they are doing experiments with short-term memory. I have people constantly say one thing, something trivial, walk away, and then say that same exact sentence again upon returning some 5-10 seconds later. Maybe they are scripting this to see how well they can "suppress" that "thing" that was mentioned, and then measure my reaction upon hearing it a second time? It must be some sort of method to calibrate their short-term memory suppression.
Interesting that you're "strangely compelled" to look at something that was arranged for you to see, but yet loathe. I do that all the time. I call it "train wrecking"... a scene so horrifying to you, yet you can't help but look. They do this all the time, where I try not to notice this person standing in front of me. Yet at some point I feel compelled to just "give in" and look at the person, and 'get it over with'. It must be because they are measuring some threshold of mental anguish or pain.
Answer to: Ahh yes, the dithering in the aisles...
They like the victim to go off the beaten track, and it seems the herding accomplishes this. And testing one's sense of interpersonal distance is another aim it seems.
AJH
Answer to: Here's an interesting one...
The perps like to test me on what features that I can detect to recognize someone. I suspect they can now defeat my recognition capabilites now. The perps might be having you look at twins in an attempt to detect some kind of psychic energetic difference between the two. I get plenty of starings at me, and I sense the twin comparisons might be a more elaborate test of this same objective.
AJH
Answer to: Interesting that you're "strangely compelled"...
The freakshow is so constant, and the perps are running my "reaction" to them so to be abhorent at first glance, so I attempt to not look at the freak more than once. But of late, the perps force me to look when I have no need to engage in any more face time. I suppose they want to get their planted freak fully tested, and don't abide by evasive "reactions".
AJH
Answer to: Interesting tidbit about memory games...
I suspect the perps have mastered short term recall manipulations. My sense of these repeat events is that they want to psychically separate the event from the person who was engaged in it. Hence, repetitions of a theme in short time spans by differing personnel. I noticed the perps could hack my short term recall this time last year.
AJH
So that's the purpose of the street theatre/abhorrent gangstalking perps? I always suspected it was a form of 'blocking', and now I know why. Logically, some terrestrial areas are better than others for remote sensing. I suppose they can look at their data/monitor/whatever they use, and they have these little hot spots/cold spots where ever I walk. I suppose it would depend on the houses, trees, other obstructions to their 'viewing'. some houses reflect energy more so than others, and that could be the reason they have theatre or perps situated in front of certain houses or places. Hell, they are pretty precise down the the inch where they like me to be walking or standing on my path. They have bits of garbage or small piles of trash where they don't want me to be (again, precise down to the inch it seems). And of course, most theatre/stalkers I encounter seem to have the goal of getting my hate/anger level rising at a given moment. They are also carefully 'placed'.
Answer to: So that's the purpose of the street theatre...
I reckon they have me arranged to sub-millimeter precision, but it might be different for each TI victim. The street trash and debris is highly arranged in my case, often two twigs will be arranged at right angles, same for cigarette buts. The street litter, as best as I can make out, are portable color references, and seem to be supporting anisotropic properties, having different properties in each direction. Wood is a classic anisotropic substance, as it is weak at the end grain, but strong lengthwise.
AJH
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