Head Whack From Nowhere

1300h
The perps just crossed the line they drew; ostensible cause or perhaps, even real cause when inflicted with sensory incursions. The whacked me in the head when the nearest thing, the refridgerator, was 10" away. Not even close, and not even the real sensation that would be incurred if it had happened. The "reaction" was screaming rage, no choice in that. It is likely that was my "welcome home" after yoga, and eating my lunch. Regular readers will know that post-yoga is one of the most gangstalked and otherwise fucked with events of the week, apart from Mondays when I return from my parents' place.

Yoga was a big sweat today, me more than anyone in the usual keeping of the targetted fuckery. I never did figure why I was so sweat prone until they started to make it worse once the insane overt abuse began in 2002. I call it the Pseudosweats, and if this year is like most since then, I will be more sweat prone than ever until September.

They also got me riled up at least 30 times while making and eating breakfast. One big event was finishing up the peanut butter jar, and they got me cranked up with the peanut butter hopping off the knife at least twice, never mind other elusive fuckery that was imbued for this normally sticky substance. While fighting the peanut butter to get on the knife the assholes put on a clattering noise as if the knife was banging on the jar, but that wasn't the case. The outside road traffic noise was also amped up at the same time, as if a succession of heavy duty vehicles were passing by, all at 0730h for crissakes. No major road traffic was noted before or after, and yet the noise "happened" while dealing with the suddenly recalcitrant peanut butter, the last of it in the jar. Just the usual beserk bullshit.

1630h
Now the doldrums, excepting for the road traffic noise getting through the earmuffs; hotrods and Harley (motorcycle). And a big Harley was propped outside this apartment building, at a parking stall. It was there for my outbound and inbound travel legs for yoga class. It is the same motorcycle that was parked across the street in a parking lot stall, next to the sidewalk. I don't yet know why they like to show me motorcycles, especially the 1950's look, though the noise of them is likely useful for neural energetics research, if it is as detailed as I think it it is; cellular level.

Taken 04-22-2009, 1753h. A little odd color configuration of vehicles in and of itself, but not in the entire series of what color gets "featured" with another. In other words, I don't consider this picture a damning indictment of arranged vehicle colors, but you tell me if my sense of normal is becoming distorted after seven years of this bullshit. The ladder bearing vehicle is on the street on the left.












Taken 04-23-2009, 1744h. Two white colored vehicles, a dark blue and a silver grey vehicle in file in the parking stalls to "back up" (serve as a color reference) to the fugly yellow Smart Car. The vehicles on the street on the left are heavy to white with the yellow trim ladder bearing strangely loitering tradesvan backing up and about to either park or drive down the street for more yellow action. That same tradesvan has been parking on the street for some months now, and it does strike me as odd that someone would do this. To say nothing of the prevalent ladder bearing vehicles in my proximity, aka, the Ladder Patrol.












Taken 04-24-2009, 1750h. The odd one out, the navy blue pickup truck is the one parked behind the tree with the plastic bag in it. Funny how they seem to need to "back up" a non-greyscale color (navy blue) with greyscale colored vehicles, the silver-greys. That I owned a silver-grey Volvo 245 for 16 years just wasn't good enough for the assholes.













Taken 04-22-2009, 1753h. I count 16 vehicles here; and two are black, one is green (through the tree), one is navy blue, three are red (in file, with the navy blue inserted) and the remainder are white or silver-grey. It seems anomalous to me, but I see this all the time now. Of 16 vehicles, only seven aren't of the same color theme. Strange to me.














2140h
Done my part time cleaning job tonight at the car dealership. Some weird bullshit, and the brown fleece vest staff/Fuckwit was all over me again, and even doing the run when outside, and I was inside, visible through the upstairs windows. I suppose this running act may cause greater energetics interactions much like swiping a magnet past a coil. The faster the swipe of the magnet, the greater the generated electricity is in the coil, much what an electric generator does. And they put on a blonde woman in white capri pants, and I first saw her from the back as she was passing by and I was taking the vacuum cleaner with the new white installed bag (minutes before) through a narrow hallway. I suppose she was arranged to keep the FUD as she seemed to be the same blonde woman viewed from behind that is a regular staff member (but not this week). So I assumed it was the regular staff member blonde woman at first, and lo, if she didn't double back and she was new to me. I have no idea if she was staff or spouse of staff, though she didn't seem to be a customer. And she wasn't the same blonde upstairs that shot me a glowering look for absoutely no reason a few days ago. Maybe she was arranged to be a Favored person (attractive blonde woman) wearing an Unfavored garment color (clinical white color capri pants). And too, having me make recognition mistakes is a huge part of the perp setups games, and there is at least a half dozen minor such jerkarounds in any given day.

And the recognition and person name mistakes have been artfully contrived since I started the part time job. The Sales Manager name is B, and that is on the window glass of his office. So when I started I assumed that the person who regularly inhabited the office was B, and his comportment of walking around and overseeing things reflected that he was a manager. A few months later, a more formal dressed man started to inhabit this same office. The boss man had various edicts and negotiations with a person named B, so I assumed it was the first person who inhabited the Sales Managers office. And one day, B was ready for me when coming in as he was pissed about the washroom cleaning, which happened to be over the on the boss man's side. After that contrived brouhaha was long over, I even called the person I "knew" as B by that name, and he said hello back. A few weeks ago it was arranged for me to overhear that the second inhabitant of the office was B, and that the other person was not the Sales Manager. Eventually I met the B and had the occasion to ask his name and he said his name was D. I related the origins of my confusion as to the multiple inhabitants of the office, and he said that he often switches duties with the (real) B. Fine, I finally got it straight after being misled by a succession of stunts: the real D was in B's office for many weeks (over four) when I first started, no one introduced themselves early on, the thought-to-be B did not correct me when I called him by the wrong name, and of course he acted in an overseeing managerial capacity like a Sales Manager. This little stunt over having me get the Sales Manager's name wrong played out over the past five months. Just an example of the FUD games that are many and continuous and of no seeming purpose but to play mind-fuck games, and the "get it wrong" jerkaround.

But to increase the FUD and take it to yet more heightened absurdity, I have seen only B or D at the car dealership, and neither together. So... could it be that they are one and the same person, just with alternate morphover versions? Of course I cannot answer that, but it helps keeping the FUD going by having me ponder (read planted notions) as to if that is true, and for keeping me on the alert to see both these individuals together. A recent FUD enhancing moment was last week when D had his after work ice hockey gear in B's office in preparation for heading out the door. Go figure as to why all this bullshit was started, artfully sustained and gradually revealed with some residual doubt as to who they, if it is they even, really are. It was yesterday when the cleaning job boss man dropped a few names as an elicitation for me to tell this whole story of getting the names of the managers wrong. Apparently, there is a Boss of All whom I haven't met yet. One wonders as to why the perps go to such lengths to be so deliberately obscure as to who has what name.

A similar stunt was arranged four days ago when my parents picked me up. There is an elderly man who puts on the gangstalk from time to time, and dodders around wtih his cane. The sickos plant the notion that he is my father, but morphed over. My reaction to this bullshit is to ignore it as best as I can as it is totally pointless speculation. So... when my parents are there to pick me up for the last time with both together in their vehicle, it so "happens" the doddering cane act was also outside, so they are two wholly different persons. Though, they could of been situationally swapped in some gangstalk encounters in morphover form, just to add to the senseless speculation. But as my father was headed to his care home this week, it was the last opportunity for these individuals to be recognized as truly separate persons, and so they arranged this final declarative stunt. Another go figure; two years of senseless FUD over who might be who and entirely by planted notions, and then they nix it by having them observed in close proximity at the same time. Freaking bizarre.

And some newfound body strength when at yoga today. There is no question that my flexibility and fitness level is being maintained by another party. Two weeks ago the yoga instructor went heavy on push ups as part of the plank and on-mat cobra positions. I was never too good at pushups, even after all the strength and weight training twice per week, mid 2007 to mid 2008. So it was interesting that I was reasonably capable of doing some pushups two weeks ago, but not all five in repeated poses/sets. But today, I could do five in succession and that was entirely unexpected as I haven't done any other exercise but yoga once per week. A rare beneficial intrusion and amelioration, assuming it is permanent.

I am calling this one done for the day, and off to view the comments.