Temple Region Spasming

1315h
I just heard before lunch that my father is going into a "assisted living" home in two days, my mother not mentioning it as she legitimately might have been distracted by the interior house painting job that was ongoing last week. That is, it was a commercial firm, and not yours truly who has somehow developed a distaste for house painting, inside or outside. That has never been mentioned to anyone before, so it was not a factor in my mother deciding to use a commercial outfit to do the house painting.

Though it interesting to ponder the "coincidence factor" of these two events and reflect on similar circumstances in my life, such as the physical arrival of our (then) daughter to a house we owned some 19 years ago. My ex insisted that the baby's room was to be painted in advance, and once the color was chosen from the paint samples, lo, if it wasn't the identical color that was on the wall, a light yellow color. (And could of well been the same paint manufacturer as there were many remaining cans of the same make, from a local outlet). I had the dubious role of painting the room the same color, and got it done over a some two days a week before our daughter arrived. When she did, the room still had a faint smell of curing latex paint, and I made sure to keep the window wide open all the time, which wasn't an issue as it was June. No big deal, but it is interesting to ponder on the coincidence of a recently painted room/house in advance of major household life circumstances, the departure or arrival of a long term resident.

And if you follow this blog and the precents in the Essential Introductory Postings you will know that absolutely nothing is a coincidence in my life, not even street litter, arranged in orthogonal designs very often. And not even the non-gluten breakfast cereal flakes in the bowl if you were to see the totally unnatural fluid action of the milk with accompanying noise additions as I push them into the milk to saturate all flakes. So what is it about paint, and painting activity that interests my tormentors? One can only speculate of course, but the color changes, the curing fumes, the wet surfaces, the temporary difference in tones and who knows what else might be so interesting to those that are behind the microscope that I am kept in.

There have been many interesting gangstalking and other setups with paints and painters; the dudes in white with color coordinated paint flecks have been the most obvious example. At the last residential apartment building, 05-2005 to 08-2006, they had a commercial painter's vehicle parked next to mine, and it was an ongoing set design of paint cans, paint splotches, painted objects (step ladders etc.), and even once or twice, the putative painter, even if he did look much like one of my past co-workers in the forestry field. I have also had the odd gangstalking by a group of female painters, the "student" types, all decked out in white with various tone coordinated splotches on them. Anyhow, this is just a rambling pondering to ask what is so important about paints and painting that the perps arrange for me so often? One clue might be that the paints contain TiO2, titainium dioxide which has some peculiar light/energtic properties;

"Titanium dioxide (TiO2) is a multifaceted compound. It's the stuff that makes toothpaste white and paint opaque. TiO2 is also a potent photocatalyst that can break down almost any organic compound when exposed to sunlight, and a number of companies are seeking to capitalize on TiO2's reactivity by developing a wide range of environmentally beneficial products, including self-cleaning fabrics, auto body finishes, and ceramic tiles. Also in development is a paving stone that uses the catalytic properties of TiO2 to remove nitrogen oxide from the air, breaking it down into more environmentally benign substances that can then be washed away by rainfall. Other experiments with TiO2 involve removing the ripening hormone ethylene from areas where perishable fruits, vegetables, and cut flowers are stored; stripping organic pollutants such as trichloroethylene and methyl-tert-butyl ether from water; and degrading toxins produced by blue-green algae. It remains to be seen, however, whether the formation of undesirable intermediate products during these processes outweighs the benefits offered by TiO2's photocatalytic properties."

Link from the from the No Odor and No Mold Network.

[More link exploring indicates that TiO2 is used for opacitation (making things opaque) in paper. And have I mentioned how often the "paper packing" gangstalkers on the beat? Another link indicates that titanium: ... is paramagnetic (weakly attracted to magnets).]

Onto explaining this posting's title; since lunch I have been getting these spasms in my temporal lobe area, the left side predominantly, and they are also enhanced to sound deeper in tone because they "happen" to be erupting underneath the hearing protective (supposedly) earmuffs that I am wearing. And it seems, there are many outside noises that are arranged to annoy me and promote me wearing them much more than I ever have. Remotely applied muscle spasming isn't anything new, the Surrepticious Sicko (SS) made sure I knew about this kind of bodily invasiveness early on, 04-2002 when they created a sequence of spasming locations on my calf muscle that were arranged in a line. The doctor didn't know what to say to this kind of "symptom", signalling that he didn't really want to hear of this kind of problematic diagnosis disrupting "condition" again. He did later (sort of) vindicate me and said that I was being persecuted, but only three years later before he got gifted with his reward in a new position elsewhere, never to be consulted by the subsequent two doctors who I informed of this (should of been) momentous clinical reversal.

It seems that the spasming is a method the SS uses to investigate one's energetic state, electromagnetic or even others not conventionally accepted. And that the spasming might be used as a remotely applied diagnostic method to then measure neural energetic interactions to then explore them. All conjecture to be sure, but there is no question part of this insane imposition is about mind control research, but also, much more. And not to forget that many organ transplant patients take on some of the donor's predilections, interests and behaviors; a change in favorite colors, foods etc. as well as recall of any final traumatic events. So it would seem that we retain our memories in other parts of us and not just in our brains. Hence the focussed spasming, also occuring in my legs, chin, thighs and torso as some kind of elicitive method related to remotely applied nonconsensual recall research, and possibly traumatization.

And it was a highly rage-ified breakfast earlier; the start of a new loaf of bread, plastic wrapped note, nearly always is accompanied by extra perp incursions, and the forced "reaction". Not only that, but they modified the first slice to have a domed form, lifting the center by 1/4" off the dinner plate surface. I also suspect that the extra brown colored ends of the loaf are also of interest, as is each decremental slice as it is one more removed from the brown crust. I also had a surfeit (over 50) of crumbs in varying shades of brown accompanying the bread, some of them blatantly teleported as I was looking. As always, there were very few crumbs (less than 10) when I finished applying peanut butter and jam, also of intense perp interest for the color combinations. For those not familiar with the details of this existence as the hands of deranged assholes with god-like toys, I am inundated with crumbs at various junctures, breakfast being one. The continuing incremental crumb disappearence games are also continuing, where I pick up a crumb with my fingertip only to have a smaller crumb "remain" (was teleported) in its place, and often this stunt goes for a third round.

Enough for now, as I will expecting the arrival of the First Feral Family to pick me up for a family get together in short order.