Fractious Breakfast

1055h
A 0700h get-up with prior noise and me plugging my ears while still horizontal. Which is like how they sent me off to sleep after an hour of jerking me around, having me hold my right hand to my temple to ameliorate the temple pain they were invoking. They would bring on the pain within five seconds of a new hand position, so the (managed, per mind fuck) solution was to keep moving my head and my hand to avert "lock on", changing the dynamic enough to avert the pain. I haven't had one of these for some years, but one can be sure the real agenda was to have me do exactly that, and the chi energy off the ends of my fingers and from my hands likely had a role in creating more interference with neural energies. And as the temple region, and the interior temporal lobe region seems to be the big research interest as that is where the amygdala tissue resides, last night's abuse on the end of a high Fuckover Monday fits the pattern. And they zapped me beforehand as well, coordinated with an overhead thump. How many times have I said how much I fucking loathe being zappped, and they still don't get it.

There were some extra vivid prior dreams before waking up, and I was even allowed to recall a person's first name afterward, though of no known association in real life. And then when replacing my underwear they like to pull down in the night they had my hand slip off and snap back, and that was the opening salvo in a long running rage-ifcation through the breakfast and morning hygeine routine. Keeping the Monday abuse running it seems; faked touches, vision impairment for both cereal and coffee handling (both brown colored substances, note), then putting a hole in the bread for the crumbly coconut butter to fall through, then streaking the plate with the jam that strangely flicked about, and later in the bathroom, pulling their long running stunt of whacking me in the dick with the towel. I have a particular style of towelling down after every shower of controlling the end of the towel to prevent these extra-conventional kinetic abuses, and just when the towel was still, but four inches away, they whacked me anyway. I was fucking screaming infuriated over that, as the game of abuse and countermeasure was violated by escalating the depravity. Naturally, all my defences are compromised, and I was made to be unknowing of the danger of the towel end at that moment. Once, without a towel in hand, they whacked me in the dick with some unseen force field, and that too was cause for a round of screaming fury that won't be ever forgiven until the fucker's head is pancake shaped after applying some needed "realignment" with a baseball bat. Study that brain material you fucking asshole, and leave mine alone.

Once online, the physical temptations seem to be lessened, but the vision fucking can continue, along with noisestalking from above, not to mention the infernal typo jerkarounds that go on. They had me studying keyboards again, something that I did 2.5 years ago to get this Fujitsu membrane board, but now they seem to want me to get a key switch board. Like WTF; no job, this bullshit disability income that is always $200 to $400 short every month, and the likelihood that it will cease this year, and I am still sabotaged in all the Oracle DBA study work I want to do. My mother hinted at no IT job until the fall, and I can take that as a given, so what is the deal in the six month interim? Berry picking was a total jerkaround last year as they wanted to keep me out of the sun, for the fewer days they wanted me in it, and then laid me off in mid-season saying they didn't have enough work. It was the start of the Mexican comparison/interaction it seemed, as a crew of Mexicans were hired for the season, and having me work among them seemed to be a big part of it. Later in the fall at a different farm, and picking vegetables mostly, there were three Mexicans I sometimes worked with, so it wasn't too much of a surprise that this repeated for two weeks in Feburary thi year for daffodil picking. One week of work, the Mexicans came, and one more week of work (albeit keeping them mostly separated and further away), and then I was laid off again. It is fucking absurd that I cannot be allowed to have a job while the sickos piss around with staging Mexicans and other brown skinned races around me, now closing in on eight years of this beserk abuse. Go fuck your own.

Last fall, they even hired a negro laborer from Montreal at the farm for crissakes. Like WTF; no end of labor locally, and even some negroes, some of whom I worked with and talked to, and then they bring one from Montreal to work on a farm in rural Saanich. But as I have mentioned many times, there is a strong Montreal component to this abuse, as I had lived in Montreal for two years out of my first five. Most of that time has been deleted from my memories, but the ongoing gangstalking freakshow parade, as consistent as it is relentless, indicates a number of subconcious traumatization associations from that era which relate to clinical, interpersonal and possibly sexual abuse. The latter is slowly emerging, or more like, allowed to come into focus; more hints of late, e.g. crotch grabbing males in public, and even a woman doing this yesterday for crissakes. The sickos also like to meter my few glimpses of myself in the mirror when in the bathroom with no clothes on, and this has been very consistent of late, so it does make me wonder what that is all about. Ms. C of the Story liked to do certain things I didn't find comfortable, and I suspect this too might have been managed down to my every reaction at the time. Regular readers have read all this before; am I repeating myself too much?

1410h
A cognitive fuckover in attempting to penetrate the Linux file system earlier. Do l load Oracle from root or from a user id? Seeing that the episode was about pissing me off and stopping me from getting on with what I had intended, I am totally pissed that I am not allowed to load the software that I want, when I want. Never mind the cognitive sabotage. Just more imposed futility.

2205h
The all day shut-in and then the extra gangstalking attention when I get out to go to the bus for my evening course. A parade of fat girls, shiftless males, dayglo (clothed) dudes, and a few other freaks. On the outbound bus I sat in my usual rear-most  driver side corner and the bus filled up with the litany of freaks, again, one blind man with a seeing eye dog and two negroes among the motley crew. Then with all the seats nearly filled up, I get this strange E. Indian woman with no chin and her mouth hanging open, clasping a marimba type instrument, a wood box with some steel plucking tines on it, and she sits down extra close. The rear seat is a bus-wide bench and she sits near me, and then turns her back to me to show her brown backpack to me, on her white puffy jacket. As soon as I could, I snagged the bench seat over the rear wheel well to get away from this freak. I also ended up avoiding the sight of the dreadlock haired couple, most strange that both had their hair matted in cords. The only downside was having the Map Tube Dude across from me, legs splayed wide with the full 30" map tube facing me broadside. Said dude normally takes the 2135h bus back with me, and lo, if class didn't finish early, and lo, if he wasn't there for the return trip on the 2105h bus, a fellow traveller to be sure.

Other oddities in the class were two students near me who weren't there tonight, my behind me and L. of me neighbors, thought that is for the good owing to their respective propensities of making sneezing and pen cap clicking noises. But instead, the E. Indian to the R. of me did at least 35 min. of sneezing and snorting with white kleenex (a very common gangstalker prop), in hand before then end of class. We are running an extra class this week to make up time, but we started 15 min. late today, and left 30 min. early. Last class also ended 30 min. early, so WTF?

Then the inbound bus had the cell phoning gangstalking E. Indian woman nearby, with a sleazoid E. Indian male talking to her and arranging himself to be blocking me from seeing her, and talking the entire 25 min. bus ride. This alignment of the male, blocking the female, both E. Indians wasn't too surprising given their above mentioned gangstalking tonight. Both wore black, and he had his back facing toward me when the seat was 90 degrees offset. These "lean overs" with back twists are becoming more frequent of late, and to have the gangstalker talking the entire time is also extra energetic I suspect. Behind me I had the cell phoning dude, giving me the stare for some reason when I got up to leave with a posse of five of them around me.

Let's see; my brother is married to an E. Indian, over ten years now, and my other brother hangs out with a Thai woman. When the assholes incarcerated me they had an E. Indian steal my clothes from the dryer, and when I cruised in for breakfast he was wearing my black shirt. I raised the issue with the nurse and got it back, but I was rather amazed at this transparent stunt at the time. Now I know; the perps have a brown color problem, and having brown skin makes it all the more problematic. So what does it have to do with me for crissakes?

One of the very first abductions in the US by aliens was on a mixed race couple, Benny and Betty Hill, he negro, and she Cacausian, back in 1961. So if this is connected to the perps current harassment and abuse campaign, which I think it is, they have been dicking around close to 50 fucking years with mixed races and skin color interactions, (whatever they are) and still won't come out of the closet. Instead, after they finished jamming multi-race children in cages in 1956 to 59, (The Indian Lake Project), the assholes decide that abduction of mixed race adults is what they would do next. Who knows what covert games continued until now, but what is so fucking important that the perps cannot get their sick asses out of the closet and start cooperative research to expedite their agenda?

Enough ranting, and onto plant nursery visitations tomorrow with my mother, which should be a gangstalking nightmare for all the road traffic that will likely erupt.