Protean Plot

1230h
I was finally allowed to chase down a hint from the weekend, and check out the Greek god, Proteus. He is a herder of seals, but also a shape shifter. Very interesting, which begat some more thoughts as to just maybe Greek Mythology is really about visiting aliens. I am sure this is not new, and there must be some more research which I will endeavor to do, as I don't really have much to do today, and they got me up at 0610h, three hours earlier than usual.

And sure enough, one researcher has gone on to call this epoch of civilization the "Alien Raj", or reign. I concur, given my now cycnical nature of what is in the news and why. We are lab rats for whatever reason, and in the front line are TI's, with no one to complain to about our situation of cessation of human liberty, no matter where we live.

1545h
Sleeping at the PC a few minutes ago and was awakened with a nasty jolt, as if I walked off a stairway. All part of the pre-outing readiness the want to put me through, even if it is a five minute shopping journey.

1735h
Sure enough, a herd of six "greeters" at the doorway to the building were in place, one next to the door was on the cell phone even, likely for some extra EMF action. One was the putative negro commercial painter in his white spattered brown fleece jacket. (Odd that he was standing there with the street types, as he would of had a key to get inside). And the brown VW van was turning a corner right in my face at the first pedestrian intersection. Then a withered wack woman arrived at the opposite side of the crosswalk and stayed there the entire time, still in the same place when on my way back.

This grocery shopping was to get hot cooked chicken and a few other items, and such sorties are given the name of Chicken Run, as it is a big gangstalking event when I go for this particular item. I had two wheelchair acts on each of the two streets I walked, all of 150', and lo, when I turned the corner to enter the building, another wheelchair act. Then it was couples gangstalking, or more like disparate couple as they seemed that they weren't together at first, entering the building 6' apart, she leading. She was blonde, and he was in the same kind of black stif fabric jacket like mine. First they were both on me at the kiwi fruit, doubling  back again to walk over my tracks, then he at the cheese section, "happening" to be standing dumbfounded in front of the cheese and me having to access from the side of the planted Fuckwit. And lo, she was on me when I went to see if there was any tapenade, and by then, I had all I wanted, and had enough of this pair on my ass to get to an open checkout.

Other Fuckwits were circulating, one crossing the main aisle without looking, another granny getting ahead of me for the tea section, and another circulating around me while I was selecting the hot chicken. Yet again, no half chickens and no free range partial chicken. It  has been this same arrangement for the last three months, and of course I "forget" to look to see if is that way when I am not intending to purchase one. And this "need" started when there was accelerated decay on the chicken in the fridge, even when it is on its coldest setting.

Then when outside, there was a parking lot vehicle bashing going on, one vehicle backing into another, nearly broadside to my intended path, so I had to walk around on the concrete walkway instead of on the asphalt parking lot. The perps go to huge amounts of effort to determine what interactions I have with these major built surfaces, and will even have their Fuckwits sitting on the concret curb at a bus stop with their feet out on the asphalt.

And lo, if they didn't have another wheelchair ready to preceed me down the street along with a native Indian in shorts and a ponytail, in black and white clothing. And lo, if there wasn't another wheelchair in the lobby of this apartment building when I got back, to have me take the stairs instead of being captive with it in the elevator. And twice in the last week they have put on a wheelchair act on this floor, seen when waiting for the elevator. All these wheelchairs are motorized in today's hounding, though they often emphasize one type for certain days over the other.

Once I defatted the chicken and had some to eat off the cutting board and had cleaned up, I attended to the garbage so to send the bones and fat on their way. And when I came back, why, someone had placed a tree leaf on the kitchen floor for crissakes. Eight years of fucking insane  harassment and this is where they are; pissing around with tree leaves as a surrogate for showing their sick faces.

And it wasn't supposed to rain today, and it was overcast for most of t he day, but some 15 minutes before I headed out, the rain started up. I have long indicated that rain starting just before or just after I go outside is too frequent to be anything but arranged. Yet again, they arranged rain just before me walking a whole 150' to the local supermarket, shop, and then return. It just blows me away as to how much they plan even a five minute outing to the grocery store. And it is likely that they woke me up early to give me a longer shut-in duration before setting off. Fucking beserk the perps are, and they are getting worse.

1835h
And I see my wish list at Powell's Books got truncated/deleted somehow, as only the those wish listed in the past two days are displayed. And when I discovered that, why, the overhead rumbling noise went off, and getting through the earmuffs as it usually does, like any noise they want me to hear.

2005h
Out of boredom I want to listen to music that I have bookmarked, and the first one needs Real Audio/Player. I go to the web site and there is no download link for Windows, only everything else and every other language. I ended up with Real Audio not on my PC after the Windows 7 upgrade, so I suppose they were lying in wait. Which it seems, as the outside vehicular noise ramped up with the headphones on, and then some male voice noise from the hallway starts up. Timed exactly when I have my headphones on which don't block out noise like the earmuffs. Funny how that happens.


2120h
The latest sonic fuckery was for the perps to invade with music of their own choosing while enjoying a very different performer. And I wasn't allowed to figure out what was going on at first, and even after shutting down the player their music kept coming through. Always something.

2250h
Music listening tonight; probably the most engaged music listening I have been allowed in over a year. They seem to be testing my taste in music; taking me from sultry jazz (Kat Edmonson) to scorchy Lucinda Williams (Little Honey album). Plenty of samples and some interviews at Pure Music, this link. I don't go for the heavy metal music, rock, and grunge, and even this seems important for the assholes. I am sure they have some surrogates in mind who do like such music. And I get the odd overhead pounding of 12" of concrete ceiling/floor at certain intervals, "joining me" with the rampant plasma and beams flitting about.

Time to call this dull day done and consider the same for tomorrow as well. Maybe they will let me out for a Saturday newspaper, as that has been featuring for a few months now.