A strange start to these kept days this morning; no prior "warm up" of going online and viewing this LCD display and the irradiations coming off it (new normal) before going out on a three stop errand trip. Obviously a big test day for the sickos when they send me out without LCD online time, even 20 minutes or so. And it was a freaky gangstalking scene all round, and even some special color moments, this time the assholes putting on yellow as their color of interest.
A yellow jacket male Fuckwit in a black ball cap was doing the front door loiter and dither before heading inside to lead ahead of me at the outdoor sports store. Then when at the counter to look at items, he does the slow troll toward me and then behind me, while the staff member with the oversized 7" yellow headband attended to my questions. Then when in the protracted line up, why, both of them featured again in my view, dithering around to be seen at length, the staff member doing some phone time. Then onto the grocery store to get more milk as the carton here had prematurely soured six days ahead of the best before date. And lo, if they didn't obscure the "Sidewalk Closed" signs to suck me into going to the corner where both directions were closed, both due to similar mobile cranes, likely some 120' up to load or unload from the building under construction, and almost completed. (Then back to the other side of the street to walk between two cranes, one being the mobile crane, and the other a hammerhead crane next to the sidewalk on a new construction site. The sickos cannot get enough crane action it seems, so they bring in two mobile cranes on streets 90 degrees offset to "join" the fixed construction crane. I haven't figured out the whole deal on why cranes seem to be a component of the fuckery, but there has been a long running exposure to them, including the pre-over/beserk days of 2000 to 2002 when they had one across the street at work, and another next door at my apartment builidng in Seattle.
And per above, it is not uncommon that the Fuckwits arrange particular color themes for the gangstalkers when making a purchasing decision, as navy blue was very common at one time. This is the first that I have noticed when the have gone to yellow for this event, always a big deal for the assholes.
1605h
A round of thumping and clunking heard through my earmuffs while checking the employment postings online. Anything to do with this theme seems to crank up the perps, and having me do "hang time", as in nothing to do, is all part of it. which begs the question in a much larger scope; can this perp interest be applied to the population at large and the current economic downturn that has cost so many their livelihoods? Don't know, but it is interesting to ponder the bigger picture of this harassment in all its facets, as TI's are often made unemployed or even homeless. I don't know what the assholes have planned with respect to employment, but it seems that all experiences, and especially adverse ones, are under study.
1630h
More dude talk outside my door while reading a John C. Lilly interview. Only a few minutes prior to that, and after two paragraphs of reading the interview, the sickos forced to tak a pee, getting back to their very tactically timed forced urinations. The toilet is also partially fucked with, having me keep my fingers on the handle to make it flush and thereby stay closer to it while the color change of the water flushing is going on. It seems that they cannot get enough of me being exposed to color changes, the toilet flushing being the most vivid example.
1635h
Another round of dude talk outside my door, this time a little slurred/retarded. Hmm... makes me wonder if the perps know more about this kind of exposure than I do. And plenty of hotrod noises today, that particular loud mufflered vehicle has been of considerable frequency in the last week, and it seems to be coincident with the sickos cranking up the dude talk, especially when it somehow creeps through my earmuffs. Or is it that I am still reading the John C. Lilly interview? Hard to know what the assholes are up to, but they did have me "discover" his work back in 2000 to 2001, and I was quite fascinated at the time.
1650h
Continuing hot rod noise outside, 3 to 5/minute. I finished reading the above mentioned John C. Lilly, and he talks about, and to, the Earth Coincidence Control Office (ECCO). He even has dialogs with them. Could this be the very same entity that likes to grind down TI's? [More noise now, getting through my earmuffs.] This is stunning. an MD, a highly respected researcher, and he has a continuing notion of an overarching entity called ECCO, and ascribes all world events to them, and asks them the particulars if curious. Interesting background at this link.
And an interesting excerpt from John C. Lilly's book, below:
In ones life there can be peculiarly appropriate chains of related events that lead to consequences that are strongly desired. After such experiences, one wonders how such a series of events developed; sometimes there is a strong feeling that some intelligence (greater than ours) directed the course along certain lines which It/He/She was/is programming. This programming originates from the Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O)
There exists a Cosmic Control Center (C.C.C.) with a Galactic substation called Galactic Coincidence Control (G.C.C.). Within this is the Solar System Control Unit (S.S.C.U.), within which is the Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O.).
The assignments of responsiblities from the top to the bottom of this system of control is by a set of regulations, which translated by E.C.C.O. for humans is somewhat as follows:"
J.C.Lilly , Dyadic Cyclone, 1976
To all humans
If you wish to control coincidences in your own life on the planet Earth, we will cooperate and determine those coincidences for you under the following conditions:
1) You must know/assume/simulate our existence in ECCO
2) You must be willing to accept y/our responsibility for control of your coincidences.
3) You must exert your best capabilities for your survival programs and your own development as an advancing/advanced member of ECCO's earthside corps of controlled coincidence workers. You are expected to use your best intelligence in this service
4) You are expected to expect the unexpected every minute, every hour of every day and of every night.
5) You must be able to maintain conscious/thinking/ reasoning no matter what events we arrange to happen to you.
Some of these events will seem cataclysmic / catastrophic / overwhelming.
Remember stay aware, no matter what happens / apparently happens to you.
6) You are in our training program for life: there is no escape from it. We (not you ) control the long-term coincidences; you (not we) control the shorter-term coincidences by your own efforts.
7) Your major mission on earth is to discover/create that which we do to control the long-term coincidence patterns: you are being trained on Earth to do this job.
8) When your mission on planet Earth is completed, you will no longer be required to remain/return there.
9) Remember the motto passed to us (from GCC via SSCU):
Cosmic Love is absolutelely Ruthless and Highly Indifferent- it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not.
There exists a Cosmic Control Center (C.C.C.) with a Galactic substation called Galactic Coincidence Control (G.C.C.). Within this is the Solar System Control Unit (S.S.C.U.), within which is the Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O.).
The assignments of responsiblities from the top to the bottom of this system of control is by a set of regulations, which translated by E.C.C.O. for humans is somewhat as follows:"
J.C.Lilly , Dyadic Cyclone, 1976
To all humans
If you wish to control coincidences in your own life on the planet Earth, we will cooperate and determine those coincidences for you under the following conditions:
1) You must know/assume/simulate our existence in ECCO
2) You must be willing to accept y/our responsibility for control of your coincidences.
3) You must exert your best capabilities for your survival programs and your own development as an advancing/advanced member of ECCO's earthside corps of controlled coincidence workers. You are expected to use your best intelligence in this service
4) You are expected to expect the unexpected every minute, every hour of every day and of every night.
5) You must be able to maintain conscious/thinking/ reasoning no matter what events we arrange to happen to you.
Some of these events will seem cataclysmic / catastrophic / overwhelming.
Remember stay aware, no matter what happens / apparently happens to you.
6) You are in our training program for life: there is no escape from it. We (not you ) control the long-term coincidences; you (not we) control the shorter-term coincidences by your own efforts.
7) Your major mission on earth is to discover/create that which we do to control the long-term coincidence patterns: you are being trained on Earth to do this job.
8) When your mission on planet Earth is completed, you will no longer be required to remain/return there.
9) Remember the motto passed to us (from GCC via SSCU):
Cosmic Love is absolutelely Ruthless and Highly Indifferent- it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not.
The latter link above mentions that John C. Lilly even phoned the White House and attempted to speak with Pres. Jimmy Carter about the apocalyptic prognostications of his "other beings" that he claimed to speak with during his ketamine trips. He didn't get through, even with his credentials, as the Whitehouse staff deemed it to be a crank call.
1915h
More reading until I got dithered and cannot read now. I suppose that being enamoured with the above notion of Lilly's ECCO is where they want to keep me, maybe before a chocolate run to LD.
2125h
And the 10 minute return trip to LD and back was indeed a gangstalker fest. The two dudes at the elevator in the lobby were doing their best to bust in before I got out. Not only did it look stupid, but one was a fugly native Indian with hair down to his navel, and the other was a tall Caucasian. Then getting out the front door became problematic with one Fuckwit outside standing in front of it and hanging on, but he couldn't open it because it was locked. This was the faux "waiting for the buzzer" stance, cover blown by the fact that he kept looking down at nothing, essentially stunned out while in a doorway, and that he would of seen me in the lobby from the outside through the ample glass. Like WTF; all the past gangstalkers and loiterers outside the door back off when they see me coming from the inside to open the door because I have opened it up to let them in. But no, this dude went into a trance while his hand was on the door for crissakes. I have never seen so many Fuckwits ditzing in doorways since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
Then a flush of the fugly dudes on the street, plus the amazon couple, both at least 6' 4", who stood behind me. Coupling the dudes to the babes seems to be more important to the perp gangstalker scene of late, attempting to co-opt female "auric goodness" (assuming its a babe and not a skank job), and somehow translating this to capture the same for the dude; either live, or in a picture.
And at the first crosswalk a bizarre woman in a tight curly hairdo towing a suitcase passed through, and after doing the gangstalker gauntlet, why, there she is again, and entering the LD store immediately behind me. Like WTF; who takes a luggage tote to go shopping? Or am I missing out on a new urban trend?
I arrive inside the LD store, and lo, if there wasn't three skinheaded males in sight, any one of them enough to make me barf. If I loathe the skin-headed look, which it seems that I now do (thanks to some kind of perp fuckery), then why am I chased by insane gutless assholes every mortal second I am out in public by this revolting "hair" style?
Then to the section to get Pears Soap, and lo, if there wasn't a woman standing next to it in mid-shelf, and me saying "excuse me" so I could get some room to get it didn't make any difference or get any response. Fucking rude.
Then at the chocolate section at least four of them doing stand-around duty, one being a fugly male in a ponytail, a near doppelganger of another at the checkout. New trick; have doppelgangers as equivalent to reprising gangstalkers to get the same "response" to the fugly Unfavored males but with a different person. It seems the perps are working on separating my loathing "response" to Unfavored specimens, (assuming it is mine), from the person with similar features; large, staff member, male, black hair, same body size, and same fugly pony tail. Very interesting this latest development.
Then at the checkout, which was populated with another disgusting overweight male in front of me, two of the chocolate section gangstalkers came to stand some 8' away, looking totally stupid as they didn't go to a checkout, but stood around and avoiding my eye contact. Then an apparent male staff member in a white shirt, and not the usual blue smock top, did two back and forths before opening a till up in the Customer Service area. And lo, if he did'nt call for customers unlike his confrere two days ago, who opened up a regular checkout (difficult to see as the checkouts are narrow and tall), and didn't say anything. It has become the norm for the Fuckwits at LD to open a new checkout while I am waiting in a line with an arranged surfeit/swarm of customers ahead of me. One time the faux customer swarm arrived to populate all the availible checkouts, and I was just about to dump my shopping and exit, when just then, a new checkout opened up.
Other stalking Fuckwits were the flakey assistant manager of this apartment building who "happened" to be in LD, the above mentioned curly haired luggage packer, and it seemed like all my street and apartment pals were "joining me" again. More dudes outside on my way back, one being a skinhead male, always a disgusting sight these bald heads, who was packing "art supplies" a 24"x30" white panel with him, and then stops in mid-sidewalk and as I pass by, the then starts to follow me. Fucking bizarre, packing white panels around, which was not purchased at LD as they don't sell that kind of art supply, and then switching from lead-ahead gangstalking to follow-me style.
And what is it with light brown duffel coats, winter coats that is, on gangstalkers? Two tonight, one being an native Indian vagrant with a large sack of bottles and cans outside the liquor store. When I came back he seemed to have cashed them in, even if the liquor store wouldn't of taken them all as there is a daily limit to returned deposit items. Somehow that bullshit didn't need to be hidden. The other light brown duffel coat was on the above mentioned flakey assistant manager, and I had never seen him wear such a coat, as I see him often doing the downstairs gangstalk act.
2250h
A sudden need to shut down this PC, closing out of the browser, ready to hit the "shutdown" button, and lo, if I didn't "remember" that I hadn't posted this blog write up. So... start the browser up again, and then a sudden need to pee, duly accomplished, and now I am back to finish this blog, as it seems that trivia is way too interesting, as the overhead pounding started up after I sat down.
This one is done, and no interesting music tonight, in fact none was allowed at all today. Grim for spending most the day online, but that is what life is here, where even the small coincidences are coordinated.
2125h
And the 10 minute return trip to LD and back was indeed a gangstalker fest. The two dudes at the elevator in the lobby were doing their best to bust in before I got out. Not only did it look stupid, but one was a fugly native Indian with hair down to his navel, and the other was a tall Caucasian. Then getting out the front door became problematic with one Fuckwit outside standing in front of it and hanging on, but he couldn't open it because it was locked. This was the faux "waiting for the buzzer" stance, cover blown by the fact that he kept looking down at nothing, essentially stunned out while in a doorway, and that he would of seen me in the lobby from the outside through the ample glass. Like WTF; all the past gangstalkers and loiterers outside the door back off when they see me coming from the inside to open the door because I have opened it up to let them in. But no, this dude went into a trance while his hand was on the door for crissakes. I have never seen so many Fuckwits ditzing in doorways since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
Then a flush of the fugly dudes on the street, plus the amazon couple, both at least 6' 4", who stood behind me. Coupling the dudes to the babes seems to be more important to the perp gangstalker scene of late, attempting to co-opt female "auric goodness" (assuming its a babe and not a skank job), and somehow translating this to capture the same for the dude; either live, or in a picture.
And at the first crosswalk a bizarre woman in a tight curly hairdo towing a suitcase passed through, and after doing the gangstalker gauntlet, why, there she is again, and entering the LD store immediately behind me. Like WTF; who takes a luggage tote to go shopping? Or am I missing out on a new urban trend?
I arrive inside the LD store, and lo, if there wasn't three skinheaded males in sight, any one of them enough to make me barf. If I loathe the skin-headed look, which it seems that I now do (thanks to some kind of perp fuckery), then why am I chased by insane gutless assholes every mortal second I am out in public by this revolting "hair" style?
Then to the section to get Pears Soap, and lo, if there wasn't a woman standing next to it in mid-shelf, and me saying "excuse me" so I could get some room to get it didn't make any difference or get any response. Fucking rude.
Then at the chocolate section at least four of them doing stand-around duty, one being a fugly male in a ponytail, a near doppelganger of another at the checkout. New trick; have doppelgangers as equivalent to reprising gangstalkers to get the same "response" to the fugly Unfavored males but with a different person. It seems the perps are working on separating my loathing "response" to Unfavored specimens, (assuming it is mine), from the person with similar features; large, staff member, male, black hair, same body size, and same fugly pony tail. Very interesting this latest development.
Then at the checkout, which was populated with another disgusting overweight male in front of me, two of the chocolate section gangstalkers came to stand some 8' away, looking totally stupid as they didn't go to a checkout, but stood around and avoiding my eye contact. Then an apparent male staff member in a white shirt, and not the usual blue smock top, did two back and forths before opening a till up in the Customer Service area. And lo, if he did'nt call for customers unlike his confrere two days ago, who opened up a regular checkout (difficult to see as the checkouts are narrow and tall), and didn't say anything. It has become the norm for the Fuckwits at LD to open a new checkout while I am waiting in a line with an arranged surfeit/swarm of customers ahead of me. One time the faux customer swarm arrived to populate all the availible checkouts, and I was just about to dump my shopping and exit, when just then, a new checkout opened up.
Other stalking Fuckwits were the flakey assistant manager of this apartment building who "happened" to be in LD, the above mentioned curly haired luggage packer, and it seemed like all my street and apartment pals were "joining me" again. More dudes outside on my way back, one being a skinhead male, always a disgusting sight these bald heads, who was packing "art supplies" a 24"x30" white panel with him, and then stops in mid-sidewalk and as I pass by, the then starts to follow me. Fucking bizarre, packing white panels around, which was not purchased at LD as they don't sell that kind of art supply, and then switching from lead-ahead gangstalking to follow-me style.
And what is it with light brown duffel coats, winter coats that is, on gangstalkers? Two tonight, one being an native Indian vagrant with a large sack of bottles and cans outside the liquor store. When I came back he seemed to have cashed them in, even if the liquor store wouldn't of taken them all as there is a daily limit to returned deposit items. Somehow that bullshit didn't need to be hidden. The other light brown duffel coat was on the above mentioned flakey assistant manager, and I had never seen him wear such a coat, as I see him often doing the downstairs gangstalk act.
2250h
A sudden need to shut down this PC, closing out of the browser, ready to hit the "shutdown" button, and lo, if I didn't "remember" that I hadn't posted this blog write up. So... start the browser up again, and then a sudden need to pee, duly accomplished, and now I am back to finish this blog, as it seems that trivia is way too interesting, as the overhead pounding started up after I sat down.
This one is done, and no interesting music tonight, in fact none was allowed at all today. Grim for spending most the day online, but that is what life is here, where even the small coincidences are coordinated.
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