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I started the Oracle PL/SQL course today, a full day Saturday start, plus two more, and Tuesdays and Thursday evenings until Dec. 14, 2009. These are the ones that the disabilities services refused to fund me for, and my mother sprang for the substantial tuition costs. Though she did hint broadly three days ago that I wouldn't find much work in this field for a time, which decoded, means at least six to eight months I reckon. More farm work into the summer I suspect, and then poof, work will materialize in some way. What the perps get from all this isn't clear to me, but their presence in the classroom was evident to me by seeding a disgusting skinheaded male in my peripherial vision, and a thuggy dude in my former seat I had for the previous class this fall. The seating re-arrangements sent me to the opposite side of the room, free from the flickering headlights and yellow flashing lights they like to arrange from behind the silver colored plastic venetian blinds.
And then the mind-fucking field day they have with screwing me out of recalling computer code syntax, something they have repeatedly done over the past few decades, not to mention the recall deletion games the assholes have put me through. Then too, the "can't figure it out", even if looking at it; missing semi-colons, misspelled variable names and other applied cognitive impairments make for a field day of harassment when every last detail is important for computer code to run. Even the Oracle SQL Developer tool went flakey when I attempted to change my password, and that hung me up for ten minutes, and I only got bailed out by the kindly instructor who had also put the command line syntax on the board some 60 minutes earlier. And he wouldn't stop talking while I was about to enter the new password. And have I mentioned how many times the perps put on the noise or other harassment whenever I enter a password, be it at the checkout for debit cards, online website entry and anywhere else? This beserk chase over the use of my passwords has been going on since the harassment erupted in 04-2002, and the assholes are as consistent as they are relentless.
2005h
Another screw-around to deal with; the forced "forget" to look at my diary for next week, only to be reminded after work on Friday that I have a doctor appointment on Monday. Given the logistics of getting to the farm via city bus, it means no pay that day, it is dedicated to seeing the doctor, presumably about fuck all. His view is that I am being persecuted, but there might be some medications that will alleviate the stresss. Seeing that I don't have a choice in these "reactions" to extra-conventional gravitic impositions that now number some 500 or more a day, the notion of stress is one that is only apparent, as I suspect the true body chemistry substrates are governed by the assholes who make it their business to remotely govern all my functionality, autonomic to elective and motion, vision to all thoughts. I still get noise stalked and maser lashed when I engage in attention switching, so I suspect they are still working on this deep brainstem level activity, as they seem to be unable to fuck it as much as they would like.
Though dream invasion is getting more frequent and even more lurid; cruise ship travel this morning, where the land was only 100' away on either side, and it was akin to driving through a subdivision, the properties were that close to this vessel, per planted dream. I cannot recall what the rest of it was all about, but as before, and all TI's know this, one's dreams aren't one's own, but yet another playfield for the sickos. They are now able to keep me in an unpleasant dream for as long as they want, a capability they only attained in about 2007. Before that, I had a bad dream circuit breaker capability they couldn't control; I would awaken if my dreams would get too strange. Now, my dreams are strange in that they are overly technical, strange and protracted. All the while, they also engage in their meat aerial games, a near-every nightime event, but also coordinated with dreams.
This week has had the harassment escalated; more provocations and rage-ifications, aka "reactions". The noise of everything has increased; my regular Gillette Excel two blade safety razor makes a scraping sound unlike any before, putting a mug down on the table makes three or four loud rapping noises when it was cleanly placed, picking an object off any surface continues to make noise ehen the object is in mid air, my shoes squeak even if they aren't moving, I get more nipple and fingertip jabs (some 200/day I reckon), and plenty of other faked touches on my arms, torso, face and neck when there was no causal action to create the sensation. Either a force field or a direct neural stimulation, but likely both as the assholes like to try all kinds of different ways to arrive at the same harassment perception. The arrival of the rebuilt PC three days ago (Wednesday) certainly marked a harassment escalation, and I suspect they are still at it, keeping me going to Tuesday next week, Nov. 17, as Monday will be non-work day because of the
2340h
More early morning activity planned tomorrow; leaf raking for the in-town brother like last year. It pays some, so I won't knock it, despite the perp research tie-ins. So I will launch this posting, dull as it is, as there has been a wealth of perp nonsense to report on, and somehow, it just isn't getting remembered at the present moment.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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They love to play games where they plant various "types" into a person's peripheral vision. That's when I try to focus as straight ahead as possible, afraid to pay attention to what's on the periphery. Sometimes I can circumvent it by looking down. But they attempt to negate that by having their operatives looking down all the time.
I get the impression they are simply trying to test the limits of my peripheral vision, or maybe to see how far I can "pan" my view in front of me.
I seem to be getting planted notions that my dreams can't be recalled while in a fully conscious state. This is an odd development, I have always "known" that dreams can be stored in long-term memory, much like any fully conscious experiences. Perhaps they don't want me thinking about or recalling my dreams while fully awake? Maybe because there is evidence of "dream tampering"? That is, if that is what they are doing. I do have strange noise experiences, like snippets of voice sounds, while I am recently awakened, but lying in bed and still groggy. They must somehow realize that I know about post-sleep hallucinations; hence, they are attempting to cover their induced sounds as post-sleep hallucinations. Rarely do they experiment with induced visuals; they stick to mainly audio. I used to get some pretty strange visuals when they were inducing them.
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Interesting you also have that experience with peripherial vision placement games. They like to put their Unfavoreds there (in my case, fat, thuggy, vagrant etc. gangstalkers), and test me as to exactly when I notice that they are Unfavored. This is similar to the fleeting glimpse games, again testing the Unfavoreds as to exactly how soon I detect them, often in varying lighting conditions.
As an example a few days ago, doing the walk back from the supermarket, they had a stream of Fuckwit gangstalkers, then when I went to turn the usual 45 degrees to cut across the parking lot at the corner, they herded me to make a 90 degree L. turn with vehicles backing toward me, filling up the parking lot space. I was on this S. bound orientation, and about to turn 90 degrees L. when a dreadlocked dude emerged from his vehicle, backlit with few visible facial features, but his dreadlocks were clearly visible and hanging in odd juxtapositions. Dreadlocks are fucking terrible to look at IMHO, (and possibly has subconscious traumtization associations) and the perps know this, and set me up to see this freak for all of two seconds observation time. But that is what they want; the thin edge of the (time duration)wedge to look at an Unfavored for only a short duration to attempt to isolate the neural signature associated with this freak variant, and mainly the freaky part, his hair.
Answer to: I seem to be getting planted notions...
I have rarely been able to recall dreams from long term memory, and not even for more than a day afterward usually, if recalled at all. So it seems they want to change your dream pattern, and keep them out of recall for whatever neural correlates that they are looking for. Even normal awake time recall is getting hammered more of late, and I had no problem with that until 2007. There must be a host of consciousness asssociations with any memories, and the perps might be wanting to separate those from dreams from learned recollections. I notice they like to change the information presenter sometimes; e.g. having another person tell me the same thing as what I learned from someone else, and to then differeniate the neural energetics associated with learning (the same thing) from differing individuals. Also related to this, is that they like to arrange the information presentor to be of another race; brown skinned as opposed to Caucasians, and this is important to the perps. If you follow Deepak Chopra and his "information imbued with consciousness" line, one has a better perspective of what the perps are attempting. But it also seems that the color of presentor's skin, their clothing and environment is all important as well, going by the perp activity and orchestrations they put on for me.
They like to have a vehicle blocking an alleyway when I'm on foot. Either facing towards or away from me. They seem to have this fascination with me walking through alleyways, which I never correctly guessed why. Maybe it's because I'm facing less road noise (vehicular traffic) when walking alleys, and perhaps they want to compare neural responses to that when I'm walking along the sidewalk of a busy main street. I can see where it affects the way I think, which consequently would be of great interest to them. Also, it is darker in alleyways compared to the main street, which is well-lit with streetlights. While I'm on that subject of streetlights, one resident here has mentioned how odd it is that this one particular area of main street seems to be over lit, like really flooded with light, as in too many streetlights in one particular area. Also, those streetlights stay on an awful long time. I'm thinking the alley gangstalking and extra lighting on the main street has something to do with differing light levels when I'm out walking. Like you pointed out many times, lighting on a person has an effect on how well they are able to detect them, which may in turn explain the wacky gangstalking tactics (cars blocking the alleys), gangstalkers walking in alleyways just ahead of me.
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Vehicles seem to be a portable kind of EMF/energetics prop that have many uses. The perps just love to cover the ground I walk on with vehicles as close as they can get them, so it isn't a surprise they are in place with vehicles blocking alleyways which have less vehicular and amubulatory activity compared to a street intersection. (Which explains the inordinant amount of street re-paving and lane line repositioning that "happens" on my routes).
The streetlight games seem to be near infinite, and they especially like those orange-ish sodium arc lamps. Many of them are left on during the daytime, presumably for perp abetting purposes, and I have never seen so many of them "left on" in this energy and environmentally conscious town before. There are quantum level interactions between light and magnetism that might be the reason behind the perp's ever changing lighting games. They even have only one half of the bus lit some mornings, and the next day, the other half. Go figure.
Odd that you should mention the orange sodium lamps... about 2 years ago, they replaced all the streetlamps in this little hick town with orange sodium lamps. Even odder that I am so "important" to them that it warranted a total change in color. Really, perps, I am flattered. The thing is, if I ever told anyone in this town they did it just because of me, they would snicker and say, "yeah, you're so important that they care about one person?" But that's the way it is with my life. Always covering me with spies and their little cell phones, so they can get a handle on when I'm supposed to be home. If I say 9PM, I noticed they start hammering me with unfavoreds. Also, I get a lot of "pretend" cell phone conversations. I can tell they're fake. They really have been pulling out all the stops trying to keep me under duress and awake during the night.
As far as how do I know the cell conversations are fake? Well, when you're been targeted heavily since 2006, it's very easy to tell when people are "putting on the act", and it happens far too often in my case. Again, trying to keep me under duress and stress. I'm sure part of the reason is that I'm in "someone important's" way, so they have to block me with all these harassment techniques.
I swear, all TI's are supermen (and superwomen), if they choose to live through all of this. Nobody else could put up with the crap we do, and not end someone's life. I did have some bullying incidents as a child, not related to gangstalking, so that kind of helped me through all of this and stay strong. I'm trying to figure if this bullying as a child is related to gangstalking, but maybe I was just experiencing part of that human dynamic, that whatever trait it is that makes us good targets, is what invites bullying in the first place. So this gangstalking is simply an extension to bullying to serve the military industrial complex's "ends".
I wanted to add that I am sick of all of this, really fed up, but somehow I get the feeling that I was "chosen" to live this life, so I am strong enough to withstand all of the constant warfare tactics they are riddling me with.
I tend to believe that everything happens for a reason, and that somehow, I am strong enough to thrive in this environment. I really do encounter an insane, and I do not use that term lightly here, amount of bullshit each day with gangstalkers, perps, shills, other assorted assholes who treat me like crap.
Answer to: Odd that you should mention the orange sodium lamps...
The sodium arc lamps have some unique lighting properties, and I haven't been able to find the Tom Bearden link at Cheneire.org that describes it. (Tom Bearden is noted for his "energy from the vacuum", meaning all space, which TT Brown called the omniplasma continuum).
The cell phones seem to be a method of creating localized EMF fields in the proximity of the victim, and are often aided by the operative/asshole standing at street corner, pacing back and forth, or when driving, having the driver make a turn while on the cell phone.
I don't think any TI is in someone's way; it more like the other way around. You, like other TI's are extremely valuable to them for all the time they have been tailing you covertly, and now overtly. But creating duress and anxiety is a way to create more energy fields (auras) around you so they can continue to attempt to read them remotely, and find all the relevent energetic signatures to mind control (99.99% done IMHO) psychic intent and capability, knowledge, and even universal life forces. This is a HUGE covert initiative with many facets, and we TI's have a ringside seat to this insane spectacle, like it or not. Thanks for the comments.
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It is all in the master script for each of us as to how far down the insane path they want to render us. I am quite sure they could make anyone a blubbering wreck on short notice and ensure they never got out of hospital with the victim "believing" (per planted thoughts and rationalizations) it was of organic origin. But they haven't done that to me yet, but they have yet to finish their fuckery, and seem to be keeping me in play with a disability income and little or limited work prospects.
Bullying must be part of the perps' game; any kind of put downs, verbal challenges or abuse is the kind of treatment they like dished out to TI's. Many of my high school teachers would pick on me, and I could never figure out why this happened until I began to realize that this covert scripting had been going on then. More duress creates a stronger aura around one.
Answer to: I wanted to add that I am sick of all of this...
I feel your exasperation, loud and clear, and much like my own. I suspect they have at least two years more research on me (and other TI's by extension) given the number of loose ends they have going on around me. (Like, where is this Oracle training taking me, and for what purpose, and who will I be interacting with?)
Back in 2004 they were enraging me almost constantly, and then the noisestalking started up, and following my thoughts and perceptions. It was then I knew this was going to be a very long haul, as it wasn't clear to me until then which thoughts they were following and attempting to remotely usurp and control. So now, some five years later they are almost at 100% mind control, (just some brain stem regions they keep pounding on), and haven't yet attained the rest of their substantial agenda; e.g. color interactions, person to person energetic interactions, the plastic pollutants that give them problems, the ingestion of foods and its energetic interactions, the ongoing interest of theirs as to soil, its color and origins, likewise for petroleum products, and again for concrete and its energetic properties, and we haven't got to their remotely applied psychic detection agenda yet. Make that five years more of harassment and abuse; two must be the optimistic bullshit planted by them.
It's odd that you mention high school teachers picking on you: I had one openly accuse me of laughing at him, and he responded in a very hostile manner. He said "Stand up if you think you can take me! I'll knock you through that damn wall! You can bring your dad, and he can bring his brother!" I'm not sure what that was about, but I was only in 8th grade (around 1982), and was around 12-13 years of age. It seems odd that a grown man much bigger and mature than I was would challenge me to a fight. The perps liked to have me cross paths with that particular teacher since 2000, as well as another that was unduly harsh to me. It's odd that only those two teachers I would encounter on occasion. I never saw the "nice" ones.
I get all a couple people whom I am in almost daily contact with tell me they are going to "knock me out" or "punch me in the face". I'm not sure why, since they are the bullies, the provocateurs. It seems they know they have the 100% support of the System, and hence they can get away with such threats.
I should point out that those bullies saying they're going to get tough on me are very small and weak compared to me. Yet, I don't dare retaliate, as they have ties to the system of gangstalking. The one is a little women (perhaps girl is more appropriate) trying to tell me I'm crazy all the time. She's 17 years old, has this gut like a middle-aged man. She has her "boyfriend", aged 18-19, come in every night around 845 PM. The storyline is that he comes in every night to get money from her to buy cigarettes. She says he stops over every night after work. Here's where the story breaks down: he supposedly works at UPS, and he is stopping by to kiss her and lately, have one of these (scripted) loud fights with him. However, UPS doesn't end their shift until 10PM, so that story doesn't add up. Also, she has a pot belly, which seems to be getting bigger. The storyline is that her boyfriend got her pregnant. However, there are many inconsistencies in her alleged pregnancy. Yeah, her belly is getting bigger, but so what? That seems very odd, but I think she simply has a pot belly which she is relaxing to get that "pregnant" look. Apparently, she's mirroring what you're posting on here about the male guts, and her gut resembles a male gut. Pregnant? I don't think so, sweetheart.
So her boyfriend comes by at 845 to visit her while she's working, and to see how she's doing. I believe the perps are using him, as he looks exactly like my friend Tony from 1989, so I can see why they are scripting him to visit his young girlfriend. Also, the pregnant story is funny: so fake to me, and I get to see her pot belly, like a middle-aged male gut. Odd that the perps want me to see a 17 year old girl with a gut like that. And she's short and thing otherwise, except for that gut! She's hilarious, and a sweet girl/woman, but an obvious perp. Oh and she can kick my ass too. She likes to tell me this all the time. These meetings with her boyfriend have perp scripting written all over them. One time I told her the gut was, like, kind of freaking me out. She was doing her arms folded on top of her gut thing. The perps also have her show me her belly all the time, like she flashes her gut to me. The odd thing is that imitation of the middle aged man, all from a 17 year old girl! This is all too crazy to me. The arms folded across the belly thing... just like an older male. They also have her rubbing her belly a lot. I mean, she really does rub her belly a lot, like in a circular motion.
The girl and the boyfriend have these "blowups" where the girl is calling him "retard, stupid, disgusting", and the boy is demanding a kiss or hug from her. I know the perps like us to experience staged fights. This is one constant thing I have experienced.
It's not everyday you see a 17 year old high school girl imitating an older male with the gut. That was so weird. I told her it kind of freaks me out to see her belly look like a 40+ man gut, so one time I told her this, and she simply sucked in her gut, and walked away laughing hysterically with her head down. She apparently enjoys doing this. her gut is about the same size as mine, and I just turned 41 a couple days ago. maybe the perps like us to be "matched". She told me she was disappointed that we don't like the same foods, as we are so "similar" (same guts). I mean, no matter what the age or sex, if our guts look the same, then surely we like the same things? Silly girl.
then the perps like to put me on guilt trips, as in, you sicko, you like this girl because she's underage! But where is the evidence I like this girl? She happens to work at this one place I go to all the time. I talk to her a lot; she spends a lot of time on the cell, and it seems like the perps are giving her instructions on what to say. Kind of a younger friend that I like to visit. Obviously a fake pregnancy, backed up by a fake sonogram, but an amusing one nonetheless.
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I never had a physical fight challenge from a teacher though! I reckon each teacher makes a decision to aid this fuckery within their comfort level in exchange for cash or other benefits, e.g. better job. What a joke, all these soul stripping ream-outs, and here they were staged, and had nothing to do with the real me, but was a mind fuck and an scripted set up.
Yeah, I'm postive with the mind control bullshit we have to put up with, which is underhanded to begin with, that each fuckwit going along with this is given Free Range, or a range of options with how to carry this out. That teacher that "challenged" me: maybe he had other issues that triggered him, but I find it odd that he found me to be a quiet, pleasant, and intelligent kid, yet found it within himself to challenge me to a fight. It was never the druggies, the weird kids, or the stupids that got picked on: just us obviously above average intelligence students. But apparently the perps know this, and try to keep us down on purpose with their bullshit. They want to keep those of us down that know what they are "up to", and how they are achieving their World Domination goals. Since they know we know about their plans, we have to be constantly kept in our places, so to speak, to prevent us from getting the resources necessary to fight them. I think that's what they fear, and why we are kept underemployed: money will enable us to learn more about them and fight them. Perhaps. Maybe not. I'm not really sure.
What I DO know is that the other trouble making kids were not challenged like this.
It's funny you should mention the going on to get better jobs; this one particular teacher eventually became the principal of my high school. Also, he became the head coach for the football team for a time as well. A lot of people mentioned how childish and immature this guy was.
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