Coffee Mess

1005h
A major four minute screaming rage show at breakfast this morning when coffee grounds arrived from nowhere and spewed over the counter when I put the bag down. Three spewings in fact as I attempted to move the bag out of the mess I got another. I checked the end of the bag for splits or holes and there was none. This is the most egregious fuckery yet over their coffee grounds messes, but they wanted me rage-ified big time, and thats what they got. I had to hold the bag over the sink to avoid more spills while I spooned coffee out of the bag and then kept the bag under the spoon as it was transfered from sink to stovetop where the coffee pot was. And while the forced rage show was going on, they flew my mouth contents onto the counter into the coffee mess, thereby integrating the prior cereal course with the next beverage course outside of my mouth. The flying food games, putatively from my mouth even if it is not open, have increased of late, and this was another escalation of this insane fucking game they have been playing in various guises. I get a significant number of street spitting gangstalkers around me, and one co-worker who was also a heavy spitter. (And who complained to the foreman about someone spitting more that he did).

I get plenty of coffee bearing gangstalkers out in public as well, even if they are walking toward a Starbucks with a Starbucks coffee in hand. My out-of-town brother when he was younger had this habit of making a coffee mess on the counter after I cleaned the kitchen like it never has had before. I could never figure out why he made the mess and then left it there, but now I know, coffee, like so many things brown colored, serves as an outside reference color for the brown substances inside the human body, which is the prime research subject after their remotel and dynamically applied mind control agenda. Said brother was accorded the nickname of "Coffee Mess" for the longest time, and it is most odd that this bullshit now erupts in my own place some 30 years later.

There are also other coffee ground messes; each cleaning of the breakfast dishes where there is no residual coffee grounds is accompanied by the arrival of a small amount of grounds. Said grounds are 10x the size of the powdery coffee grind that I get at the store, so where in the fuck do they come from? Ditto for the putative grounds that arrive in the shelves around the coffee pot and filter stem, and the shelf below it. I cleaned the latter last week, free of the imposed coffee grounds mess, and there was a mess in the same location the next day. None of this incremental accretion games this time, no sir, blatant teleportation of fucking mess is now permissible by whatever rules czar/rationale they subscribe to.

When a major Fuckover show like above erupts, there is the tendency to examine what other exceptional events have occured recently. And lo, if there wasn't a nut shave last night, the first in two weeks (usually a once per week event) with the Schick three blade razor, due to the fact that the two blade razor inserts were stolen. It was the second use of this razor after it sat on the steel cabinet for the past two weeks, so this "fallow time" might of been important. The trend is that they shorten up the "fallow time" over some months, working back in decreasing iterations. Also, this Schick razor insert has one green and one yellow teflon rub bar instead of the Gillette white colored one, and that too might be of great consequence for the assholes, which I will find out when I head out. One outing will be meeting my perp abetting mother at lunch time today. And plenty of outside noise while nut shaving; hallway voices, constant elevator noise, (unabated even after the second one was now operative late last week), loud mufflered vehicles from the street and others. Also, like last time, some black fluffy lint arrived in the bathtub, coming from nowhere, as it was clean of any debris before I got in.

1215h
I went out at 1100h expecting the streets and grocry store to be relatively calm, as in low gangstalker count, but no such luck. They were all over me outside with a posse on each side of the street all heading the same direction as I was. My white haired older woman in brown colored clothing gangstalker was there at the corner, and tailed me into the supermarket. Then she "happened" to be in the aisle that was my alternative to a heavily gangstalked aisle, and lo, if she wasn't on the street again, tailing me after doing a right angle route through the parking lot. And still tailing me when crossing the street,and when I was stopped at the intersectionshe was passing behind me way too close, and also holding a square of chocolate in her hand that was closest to me. Talk about brown on brown, but also chocolate on chocolate as I had six Ritter Sport bars and a jar of chocolate spread in my shopping bag.

The cashier was doing a major pondering over the chocolate spread, asking me questions about it, as it seems she didn't know much about it she claimed. "Better than Nutella and no hydrogenated fats either" says me, likely as part of the game to have me vocalize before and during paying by debit card.

As I entered the grocery store there was a display to constrain egress and it just "happened" to be the location where two rude-dudes, one a skinhead, were in deep conversation. The skinhead had to also do his waving and pointing and lo, if his arm wasn't full of disgusting tattoos. I now loathe the sight of tattoos, a "reaction" the perps have given me since about 2004 or so, and lo, if there wasn't this ugly Fuckwit posted and waving his arms about like I see so many perps sickos do. (If you follow Eastern medicine and the energy meridian concept, you will know that many of these energy meridians terminate in the hands. So it would seem that they are waving these energy meridians around in a space that I am to walk through, after doing the excuse me for these fucking dolts obstructing egress).

Besides the brown granny mentioned above, I got three Asian males hounding me at one corner where the chocolate bars were, and then getting past them the aisle was beset with at least four gangstalkers doing the "pretend shopping" act, and so I take an alternate route to get the chocolate spread. And as soon as I pick it up a goonish skinhead was bearing down on me. Then more obvious non-shopping lollygagging Fuckwits ahead of me to slow me down to get to the goat milk, with two posted gangstalkers there. Then onto the produce section with another Fuckwit semi-negro woman adroitly stepping into the aisle I was about to take, presumably to slow me down again, and then when the pre-mixed salad was chosen, it was off to the availible cashier to get the fuck out of the store. The cashier had a tattoo she "happened" to show me, immediately before putting in my debit password, and once done, two women were obstructing egress for me to get out. Once past them, a huge yellow Hummer was backing up into the parking lot, about to encroach on my walking route, so I had to wait for that, and then walk through the area over which it had driven. In the long past, the perps would often have an ambulatory gangstalker walk through the parking stall I had just vacated when I had my vehicle until mid-2006. So I suppose having me walk over the top of where vehicles have driven, e.g. traffic intersections, is still part of their research methods of attempting to get over top, (or under with road works and cable installations), of every step I make.

1340h
The overhead rumbling and squeaking noise has started up immediately upon my return from lunch. The same noise started up when I got back from the above shopping trip, brief as it was, 10 min. round trip. Funny how they use the same noisestalking noise for the same event. As in NOT; there are no coincidences in this existence when one is managed down to the last thought. The only neural function they seem to pay significant attention to is attention shifting, which will beget various combinations of maser strikes on my face, noisestalkings (including internal mouth or jaw noise unbidden by me), light or shadow flashes, transient vision perturbations and a few other incursions that don't come to mind.

And lunch out with my mother, who made sure that I knew that the surge of Fuckwits at the counter came on after I arrived and we ordered. The usual long hair males, males in dumb shorts, plus interjections of babes as a diversion/pleasant view for comparison to the parading males. The better looking the babe, the more back and forths she did.

1700h
The Kevlar gloves arrived today; I was told it would arrive via Purolater, and lo, if it wasn't UPS, a perp classic bait-and-switcth stunt. And they are yellow colored, but that wasn't good enough, aa one glove has a different yellow back than its front and the other glove. In other words, one side of one glove has been given the extra different yellow treatment, faux discoloration. And to make it all the more versatile from the harassment variations perspective, why, both gloves are identical, fitting each hand the same, and so this one different color "back" can now also be the front and also be put on the other hand. Well planned from the yellow color variation perspective, and only one more example of the insane level of dumbshit fuckery that goes on in this orchestrated existence.

On another front in this same meilieu, the underwear replacement plans got changed on me. The two year old underwear is looking very worn, and I was going to get a synthethic moisture wicking fabric type from the outdoors coop. I even purchased both a medium and a small pair, and found the latter wit the best fit, and now it is not availble. Today's visit to the store didn't help, as it was all changed around and I could not find the section anymore. But as underwear is a top perp managed clothing item, I am not too surprised the assholes pulled them from my purchase intentions, as obtaining the right kind and size has been a jerkaround each time I go through this process. The last set has to be taken to an alterations store to have 2" of the waist height removed to make them more confortable. And of course, give the perps a fabric swatch from each pair.

Here is what I gleaned from the Dr. John C Lily site;

Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O.)

-Description

"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. Several years ago, I enunsiated a format for such

concatenations of events, somewhat".

"There exists a Cosmic Control Center (C.C.C.) with a Galactic substation called Galactic Coincidence Control (G.C.C.). Within which 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:"

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 our responsibility for control of your coincidences.

3) You must exert your best capabilities for your susrvival 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 catachlysmic/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."

(Excerpt from "The Dyadic Cyclone")

Well, I suppose that we get to look after "small" coincidences is a nice gesture, but in my case it isn't true, and I would think that to be the case for all TI's.

2320h
An evening of re-aquainting myself with the joys of surfing employment web sites, and pondering if I should go back to cleaning for keeping me above water for the winter. The last time I did that I got no reply. Anyhow, it is time to post this, even with the pop-ups coming up for no reason and stopping me from typing.