Kissing Fat Girls

1740h
Yesterday's blog remarked on fat girls arriving among a clutch of dudes, and there were plenty on the city bus today in both directions. But in what seems to be some kind of amelioration of their Unfavored status, why, a fat girl, not unlike the seen yesterday, was in my dream just before getting up, and was leaning over to kiss me. Her hair seemed very authentic and was draped in my face, but I wasn't minding, even reacting positively. With the ex excepted, this is the first time someone from the gangstalking crowd has ever featured in my dreams before. Anyhow, it was most odd in being so vivid and real, as well as referencing a real gangstalker person who I wouldn't know, and am not even attracted to. That's five anomalies in one short dream sequence, and more than enough to tell me that the dream invasion fuckery is getting out of hand.

And it is not that they relented on fat girls today when out at my all day Oracle DBA class, as there were more on the city bus freakshow today in both directions. Not many, perhaps three in total, deferring to the prominent dude show the sickos feel compelled to keep around me.

At the all day computer class it was the encroachment from each side that was more obvious; putting bicycle helmets, red bicycle jackets and other flotsam closer to me as if I were some kind of exotic sampling device.

And the most dedicated motorcycle noisestalking to date this morning. I was wallking W. bound on 700 Fort St. and a large motorcycle with a very resonant muffler was passing by, though by itself it wasn't a big deal, save being odd for 0820h in the morning. I walk 50' S. to the bus shelter, and lo if the motorcycle hadn't circled the block and made another pass, this time in a different cardinal direction, N. bound. Strange that anyone would be lost on a motorcycle as that time in the morning. And within about three minutes, the fucker was coming by again, having circled the block again. Someone must know better than me that I loathe the sound of large Harley Davidson motorcycles, but why are they so persistent with this bullshit? It is exceedingly rare to see large cruising motorcycles at this time of year, January, in the first place. I haven't quite seen anything so blatantly obvious as this before on the vehicular gangstalking side, but some of the ambulatory gangstalking is getting absurd.


The pit lamping crew of two nights ago when I took the city bus to my first class was back again this morning, sitting in the bus lane which they aren't supposed to do, and pretending they were working by sitting in their vehicle on a Saturday morning at 0820h or so. Eventually they moved their oversized service vehicle off, but not before a senseless twit drove their black SUV along the bus stalls when the lane was marked or buses only. The vehicular curb crawl might be known to other TI's, though possibly in different forms, maybe in a solicitation guise.

And just for me it seems in this eco-conscious town, the assholes had at least one third of all the outdoor night time lights on. All manner of buildings kept their mercury vapor or sodium lights on. At the college where I had my all day class, some 16 sodium arc lamps were on at the entrance way all day. It boggles the mind as to how much effort they devote to this insane harassment bullshit, but they are persistent if nothing else.

2055h
Just like old times; an overhead ceiling floor whacking with a simultaneous zapping that sent me into a screaming rage. Someone did this right over top of me, and I had been formerly in the kitchen 8' away, cracking the rest of the hazelnuts that is going to become my dinner in a few days once the refried beans get used up. And while in the kitchen I was getting overhead rumbling and thundering, but not a the sudden shock and fry level that got me so enraged. Funny how they know where I am, and funny that they pulled these noises/attacks that they haven't used much in the past year. And all over spending an hour cracking the hazelnuts that were purchased 09-2009, and in fact were a 2008 harvest.

The perps are still having me soak the hazelnuts for a week before eating them, as this seems to be a big deal for them. What it does is change the internal composition of the nut and makes the sugars more availible and lessens the toxins, not unlike malting barley. (Except that they stop the germination and then cook the grain to crystallize the sugars. Anyhow, you can read all about soaking nuts from the raw food folks at this link

2325h
Why is it that the font on this Blogspot edit window keep changing? Anyhow, another forced "forget" over turning on the burner with a just-filled kettle of water intended for tea making. I was screamingly infuriated with this stunt as it has been happening about 30% of the time for the past three weeks and I am sick fed up of playing this dumbshit disruption game. They have their "issues" with the red lights on the stove that denote a burner is on, as they do with a similar red light on the power bar for this here PC. The converse is also true, having me "forget" and leave them on, and in the case of the stove, I scream at them if this "happens". Is this some kind of run up to burn the place down, or is it the rambo sickies out of control?

Getting me pissed off was the precursor to reminding me that I needed to head out to the grocery store after tea and chocolate. A crowd of 20 Fuckwit Yobos was hollaring outside, heard through tea time, and lo, if there weren't there on the street when headed to the local supermarket. They were gathered outside a restaurant for whatever reason, presumably in the service of the Fuckwits, as this bullshit has happened before, and been just as obviously staged. In 2002 they pulled this bullshit below my apartment window and it was on private property, and "happened" to be staged when I had a Gaussmeter in hand for the first time, haven just arrived. Later the Fuckwit Herd moved up the street to partially trace my outbound steps, and loiter within 10' of me taking the alternate route to avoid said Herd.

And for once the assholes had only a small crew in the supermarket; a brown skinned native Indian male was hounding me, "showing up" in advance of where I was to be at least twice, as was another male Fuckwit. One has to laugh though, as it would be about the last grocery store a native Indian would shop at, given that it is more high end, and the dearth of them in this neighborhood. Not to indulge in stereotyping too much, but he did look ridiculous while pretend shopping, putting his hand to his chin as if in study mode. I was full of brown chocolate, and that just might have been the reason for the brown skinned gangstalker, but who knows. Me, least of all.

Enough purging my vexations on today's Fuckover Force reportage, and off to post this.

An interesting link (a book, titled Nieper - Conversion of Gravity Field Energy - Revolution in Technology, Medicine and Society (1985)), for those that follow the unconventional energy concepts. Illuminating to learn that these inventors and leading thinkers were also hounded by kooks to the point of murder (Moray), suicided before divulging their secrets (Hendershot), and cancered (Bruce de Palma, - not in this book). One interesting aside in this book was Wilheim Reich, who personally contacted Einstein and showed him a 4C degree difference between inside his orgone (free energy) accumulator and outside of it got shafted by Einstein who never talked to him again. As far as I know, Tesla and TT Brown lived to old age, one of the few in what I suspect is a highly managed physics field. More of the conspiracy stuff...

But what I find interesting is that the neutrino bath we live in, is also called the Tachyon Field, and it is assigned gravitational properties. I haven't finished reading the book yet, but it is readable and not theory fraught, where I usually check out, or more like, my tormentors make sure I don't learn theory.