I have indicated that the perps have an obsession over tires, rubbers of all kinds, and like materials, say, gaskets. And there is a small tire store I pass on the way to yoga, and they have been there for a long time, so lets say its a legit business. They even put on tires for me when I had my vehicle, and was suffering another hit of the front tires prematurely wearing. The story on that was a full set was put on and I get the front end aligned immediately following. A year later the front ones are going, now into the overt harassment days of 2002, and I replace them and get my front end aligned again. Then in late 2005 the front ones are going again, and I get another new pair put on at said tire store. Then I gave my daughter my vehicle in mid-2006, as I couldn't afford to keep a vehicle any more, tire sabotage (IMHO) aside.
Anyhow, I am on my way to yoga and there is a tractor trailer illegally parked outside the tire store, a 40' box (long one). Three males are loafing around and standing or sitting in the rear of the trailer, which has some tires in it. As I get past the sidewalk constriction of putative bus travellers at the bus stop, (read, gangstalking Fuckwits), a stack of some 100 or more tires are there in front of the tire shop. It seems to make sense; "da boyz" unloaded a big order of tires and are resting up until the paper work is done. After yoga, now 1h 20min. later, the same tractor trailer truck is still illegally parked outside the tire store. As I get close, da boyz are unloading tires now, one in the trailer, one on the street at the rear of the trailer who then rolls it across the sidewalk to his pal in front of the tire shop to stack them. As I come to the rear of the truck, the unloading dude has a tire in hand and I say "hold up", and he pretends he didn't hear anything, and then pitches the tire some 1' in front of me, still sticking to the story that he was unaware this was a pedestrian zone. He does the "sorry routine" and I do the head shaking routine as to how fucking contrived and dumb this set up is, and proceed onward.
The real lesson for me is how fucking pathetic this entire orchestration and senseless gangstalking bullshit is, and how fucking insane they are as to how far they will go to keep this pretense going, now into its ninth year. I still don't get it; nonconsensual human experimentation applied in situ, and they could of figured out their "tire problem", whatever the fuck it is, a long time ago with cooperation. The perps tell me that there are ubiquitous pollutants in me, like everyone else, that are causing them problems in remotely reading and applying whatever fuckery they are up to for whatever objectives they have. Ok, so if that is the case, then why proceed to hound the living shit of an innocent victim for eight years and counting, when you could of expedited this fucking abuse inside of months, if a year? They tell me that they are "cleaning me up", that is, getting rid of all the ubiquitous pollutants in every cell and in every location inside me. Hence hounding me with Fuckwits parading three shopping carts of plastic bags, (today even) as well as the plastic bag flicking and putzing checkout cashiers, as well as the PVC pipe laden trucks that encircle the neighborhood. I don't give a shit; especially when I know they sat over me for every breath I have ever taken, constantly monitoring me. And these fuckers have enough influence to control what industrial practices and engineering are commercially developed, and what they might be polluting.
1815h
Another fake-out nap attack earlier; I was dropping off for at least 15 minutes while seated at my desk this afternoon, so I shutdown the PC and laid on the bed for a nap. Not allowed; all they did was parade outside vehicular noise to five times per minute, getting me to raise my head, plug my left ear with my finger and plug the other with my shoulder, this accomplished while lying on my right side. So... within a week I suspect, they will pull this stunt some more, having me lie down on my right side and reverse this method of annoying sound blocking. And who knows, with different shirt colors I suspect, the olive drab shirt worn today and yesterday.
No scintillating job offers today, or even any communications. It is not like I do this randomly, but I only send my resume to employers where I have experience and a decent chance at the job. I am beginning to suspect the job boards that I get to look at are a perp arranged abberation; they like to have, and repeat, interesting jobs, e.g. vineyard worker, as well as local employers in the surrounding two blocks or so. Often the same job will come up more than once in two to three months, though this could be normal, but it is as if they want to tease me with known quantities, either the job or the local employer, and are seeking some kind of recognition quantification.
A page on raven1.net I hadn't seen previously, Psychoelectronic Threat to Democracy- The Secret Arms Race, for those who follow the long and storied history of mind control research, and come to realize it has been very active in the past 50 years. And I do laugh at the controversy of implants at times, because my perps can place anything anywhere at anytime through their teleportation games, and so implanting, if needed, can be done anytime. I do wonder if I have some reference points in me or my skull to help the assholes, as they are constantly planting crumbs, dog hairs and lint around me, or even creating a bloodied spot on my face unbeknown to me.
1900h
Other games at yoga today were to limit my entry options when I arrived; either over the burgundy mat of the negro woman or over a blue cloth with tarot cards on it. For some reason the negro woman was quit effusive in greeting me when I arrived, having a long history of glowering at me for no reason. Then, even when 10 minute early, my usual spot had been taken, the first time they have pulled this in over two years at this venue, a church chapel. So, I ended up closer to the instructor than I wanted, almost at the point of too close from an interpersonal space perspective, she in her fugly carmine red top.
The other semi-regular guy came just when we were about to start, and then he lasted only 20 minutes or so. I cannot understand why anyone would intentionally do this, so I can only assume it was some perp fuckery going on. Then his early departure somehow got the negro woman to do the same. both were opposite me, so maybe there was some kind of vibe the perps could pick up on me, not that I have any animosity about either of them, its just that they fit the Unfavored demographic groups, though almost any male does.
The first time they moved me from my usual spot was also the day the instructor opened the stained glass windows just behind me. And lo, if that didn't permit more road traffic noise and then strange beam of sunlight to find its way onto my mat, slowly tracking across.
More noise from the street tonight againl incessant loud mufflered vehicles that somehow get their noise through the earmuffs I am wearing, some six stories up. And it is often noise only, as I have been looking for the noise sources outside, if convenient, and there are none observed.
And a new document released titled “Experimentation Programs conducted by the Department of Defense That Had CIA Sponsorship or Participation and That Involved the Administration to Human Subjects of Drugs Intended for Mind-Control or Behavior-Modification Purposes,”is at this link. According to the Wired write up, nothing damning, though I haven't read it as I am getting cognitive interference if I do. Just passing on the long-ago documentation for those that are interested in what has transpired.
I think TI's are a representative cross section of those they have been covertly following all their lives, and the perps decided to escalate the harassment to the level of overt application. One of my TI confreres did a sampling of visitors to his blog, and most report overt harassment onset in 2001. For me, it was 2002, though I suspect that the assholes made the decision in 1996 when they informed my then-wife, now ex, whose behavior suddenly and dramatically changed for the worst.
Another nice/not nice story about a whistleblower who has recieved punishment for being a good citizen and employee, Julia Davis of Fleur de Lis Film Studios. It seems that even being a good US federal frontline worker, border gaurd in this case, can beget the wrath of the senior officers in a most undemocratic way. Not a TI per se, but decidedly targeted abuse for percieved transgressions.
With that kind of bullshit coming down, then it isn't any surprise the US FDA is also full measure for being obdurate and plain nasty when it comes to exercising its duties, and has long forgotten just who it is working for. This article I found is also interesting, and presumably something my mindkeepers wanted me to know about. It is about raw milk, and how the FDA has, unto itself, granted itself more powers, this time over intra-state trade of raw milk, and come down on those who take legal measures to arrange and benefit from "cow share" programs and the like. And for the record, the incessantly rabid and misplaced bureaurcratic antagonism over raw milk sales goes on in this province, and all across Canada. There is a very interesting comment on this article about TB vacinnations, and that raw milk confers immunity to it. Which means, that the millions of those who died from TB could of been prevented by drinking raw milk when young. Enough to make a conspiracist get ill, me at least. Here is the comment:
I realize the above is not scientific proof, but my other readings have indicated that raw milk also has the very enzymes in it needed to effectively digest it, and that pasteurizing the milk kills these enzymes off! Which now shows in some as lactose intolerance. All part of their food digestion research perhaps, and minimizing the bio-activity of the food because they cannot remotely read their victims for what they are looking for. Post-meal digestive times are always big noisestalking events in my experience. More conspiratorial threads that I will leave as is for now.
2130h
More incessant lound mufflered vehicle noise getting thought my earmuffs; the buzzy performance muffler, the ill-maintainted muffler, the "groan" muffler (late model Lexus sports car), the hot rod are the usual variants. The buzzy Vespa sound as well, though I classify these differently.
And back on the link and references; some of them might be known to others. This one, Mind Control: In The Beginning -- Thanks To Wundt, is a precis, though the references are to some books I didn't know about.
Stopping A Stalker: A Cop's Guide To Making The System Work For You, The book gets raves from Eleanor White, as it is the first reference from law enforcement that identifies organized stalking. Given that the police are full participating members of my situation, I am not going to get the book, though it is useful knowledge to have that one of their own has spilled the beans to some extent. The perps make sure that I at least think foul thoughts when I see a police vehicle, as there are so many arranged on my beat. I never had any big deal over seeing a police vehicle before, and now this planted animosity erupts somehow. What I do know that might have some relationship to my circumstances is from speaking with Pierre Sampson of the Duplessis Orphans, when as a child he was subjected to tortures at the hands of priests and their clinical invites in a Quebec orphanage, is that whenever he escaped, the RCMP would find him and take him back to the torturing facility/orphanage. He would tell them of the abuses and murders going on, and the cops did nothing, and only returned him to the location he had escaped from. Finding out the police were the willing agents of the sickos wasn't new to me, but that they abandoned their public duty for the sickos was. And given the Quebec and Montreal connection to me and this insane abuse in my formative years, it just might be that the police were known as abetting taxi operators to me at the time, though my recall was deleted for nearly all of my time there. The perps also like to put on plenty of vehicles with blacked in rims these days, even flat black which one would have to arrange as a custom paint job. Blacked in windows is also another perp vehicular gangstalking trait, and it has increased in the last year for whatever reason, though traumtization association emulation seems to fit the pattern.
More incessant lound mufflered vehicle noise getting thought my earmuffs; the buzzy performance muffler, the ill-maintainted muffler, the "groan" muffler (late model Lexus sports car), the hot rod are the usual variants. The buzzy Vespa sound as well, though I classify these differently.
And back on the link and references; some of them might be known to others. This one, Mind Control: In The Beginning -- Thanks To Wundt, is a precis, though the references are to some books I didn't know about.
Stopping A Stalker: A Cop's Guide To Making The System Work For You, The book gets raves from Eleanor White, as it is the first reference from law enforcement that identifies organized stalking. Given that the police are full participating members of my situation, I am not going to get the book, though it is useful knowledge to have that one of their own has spilled the beans to some extent. The perps make sure that I at least think foul thoughts when I see a police vehicle, as there are so many arranged on my beat. I never had any big deal over seeing a police vehicle before, and now this planted animosity erupts somehow. What I do know that might have some relationship to my circumstances is from speaking with Pierre Sampson of the Duplessis Orphans, when as a child he was subjected to tortures at the hands of priests and their clinical invites in a Quebec orphanage, is that whenever he escaped, the RCMP would find him and take him back to the torturing facility/orphanage. He would tell them of the abuses and murders going on, and the cops did nothing, and only returned him to the location he had escaped from. Finding out the police were the willing agents of the sickos wasn't new to me, but that they abandoned their public duty for the sickos was. And given the Quebec and Montreal connection to me and this insane abuse in my formative years, it just might be that the police were known as abetting taxi operators to me at the time, though my recall was deleted for nearly all of my time there. The perps also like to put on plenty of vehicles with blacked in rims these days, even flat black which one would have to arrange as a custom paint job. Blacked in windows is also another perp vehicular gangstalking trait, and it has increased in the last year for whatever reason, though traumtization association emulation seems to fit the pattern.
Some stalking information at Mother Earth Journal blog, this posting. Another review on Cause Stalking at this posting. I am going through my saved links tonight, and flushing them into this posting. But it seems that the infernal vehicle noise has been ramped up along with a very rare instance of back up beeping tonight.
I haven't read this one, ORGANIZED STALKING AGAINST ME by EAST INDIANS in the VANCOUVER, WA / PORTLAND, OR - METRO AREA, aka groupstalkingbyindians.blogspot, but it looks interesting.
Another is a real journalist giving a mention in this article at EmpowHer. Some interesting comments, and also getting into inane and rareified pissing matches that is the reason I avoid making comments on public web pages.
The Introvert Speaks is another interesting website that addresses gangstalking, and it too hasn't been read in full.
Enough of the link posting tonight, and it just might be all of the above is widely known and I am the last to find out. This wouldn't be the first time the FUD Fuckers pulled that one. This one is done for tonight, and a dull day is done, with the exception of the yoga class today.
2 comments:
Well there goes some class A crazy. Please keep up the writing! I always enjoy a good laugh. BTW, the "medication" they try to give you is really poison.
Answer to: Well there goes some...
Thanks. It is perverse to say the least, and there is humor in that.
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