A Shirtless First

1300h
A sweltering morning, even if the sun didn't penetrate the curtain and this E. facing apartment. And of course this was exploited to give me the Pseudosweats, this intense outpouring of seeming sweat that I get stiffed with on any hot day between May and September. Though mostly, it is an indoor phenomenon, and today was no exception. By breakfast I was getting it soaking my shirt, and after showering the assholes laid on more. And since my shirt hadn't dried from the breakfast round I kept it off. This amazing change in normal protocol was a first, and lasted for at least the first 1.5 hours of online activity. Anyhow, I suspect this will be a continuing avenue of perp research, and no doubt it will happen again. They put me through varying sun tanning tests in 1999 to 2003 (booths and au naturel), and then stopped all of it since then. The only associated clue is that they had me get tan-through shirts last month after a 4 week duration of fucking delivery. So who knows, it looks like the first step in a long sequence of the assholes learning about the effects of sunlight on one, and too, the neutrino rays from that same source that can apparently get through solid materials like concrete and even the earth's crust. I don't particular give a shit about their sub-atomic particle research agenda, I just want to be left alone. But that isn't going to happen anytime soon when they have tagged me for their solar energy body interaction research. As if mere seven years of mind control research wasn't enough life rape insanity.

1555h
Another near-sleep while seated jerkaround after lunch, and then I did nap for 30 minutes. All to keep me active so yet more noise can be directed at me. Nothing but loud mufflered vehicles and motorcycle noise getting through my earmuffs for the entire day so far. A shut-in until I head to the part time car dealership cleaning job. If it is like any other time I will be heavily gangstalked walking there, a 10 min. walk. Two days ago they put on four native Indians standing in a cluster at the 80' away pedestrian intersection, and then halfway down the block another native Indian doing some kind of street theater, just oddly standing in mid sidewalk, head hanging low. I usually get gangstalkers putting on an act, but this was a rare instance of posing and then holding it, which has been commonplace for other victims. It is the third street theater stunt I have had since 2002.

No more Pseudosweats, though having afternoon tea just about brought it on, even if there is no direct sunlight in this apartment.

And plenty of plasmic color augmentation of late; yellowized text, blue or purple edging for the dinner plates, and the odd brown glimpse of seeming gratuitous purpose. I was allowed to stumble upon the name of Walter Russell and his writings earlier. I suppose his "natural laws" have a fit with what the perps are pursuing, and it is interesting that the talks about a deity, quoting: "The way to gradually attain cosmic consciousness is to intensify one’s conscious awareness by much aloneness and companionship with God while manifesting Him in every moment and in every task of life." There we go, bible thumping now injected into the TI's abuse scene. Bring in the priest perverts, as I suspect is part of the ongoing strife and duress the perps like to inflict, especially on children. I just want to be left alone, but this isn't good enough for some sick assholes.

2235h
I am getting dociled into blogging less; that trademark demotivated enervation suckdown, a perp staple in my case. A new-to-me TI site, Electronic Harassment is a Hate Crime, aka Electronic Abuse. I don't know who is behind it, but they capture the tone of TI harassment very well. I haven't got my head around the term, "electronic abuse" yet; all this extra conventional gravitic fuckery is likely delivered by electronic means, just as the densified electromagnetic fields I am kept in (500 gauss, over 1,000 mW/m**2, magnetic and electric respectively, both recent measurements, see Microwaved blog posting). There is the gangstalking abuse which is not electronic, there is the inflicted pain which might be electronic, there is the scripting of vehicles, colors, and coincidences which is not electronic and then there is the definition of abuse in question too; is an arranged coincidence abuse or not if it does no physical harm? I don't know all the answers, so I call it all by various terms; life rape, life trashing, and a few others more profane terms. Any ideas as to a encompassing name out there among my internauts? (Assuming I have more than one, as the site statistics were suspect once and I pulled the site read feature). I do have one faithful commenter, and I am grateful for that.

A grim day for no compelling reasons, save the odd intense rage-fication fuckover game at breakfast that was allowed to pervade the rest of the day, mood-wise. And the relentless fucking loud mufflered vehicle noise; ill maintainted mufflers, so-called performance mufflers and the loathesome two cycle motorcycle noise. Both at my apartment and coming through the earmuffs, and then a round when at the part time cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, especially if plastic objects were in hand and when running the vacuum cleaners. The nap attack was totally useless, and seemed to beget me some yellow dressed gangstalkers on the way back from the car dealership. (Yellow colored top blanket on the bed).

This one is done for the day, and another round begins tomorrow.