Start Up the Vacuum Cleaner

1100h
The apparent new management of this apartment building is heavy on the vacuuming, especially outside my door, as if I haven't had enough of that particular noise and phenomenon intrusion for the past eight years. From extra suck-trucks to mobile vacuum services to the vaccum cleaner, all bringing vortex action to the TI, me in particular. And the new flavor of operation is to have multiple interuptions with hallway chat. That EM spike from turning motors on and off, interspersed with amygdala processing specific banter. It seems from the myriad stunts around vacuum cleaners, from truck size drain cleaner machines on down, the harassment technologies are enhanced by localized vortices, giving credence to the many esteemed researchers' (Kozyrev, Nachalov) theories that never seem to get the respect they deserve. Makes we wonder about science, especially when it goes into vituperative convulsions over, say, "cold fusion", whose main "crime" wasy being assigned the wrong name, getting unrelenting condemmation from the supposed objective scientific thinkers of our age. Others have noted in hindsight, that Fleischmann and Pons should of got a Nobel Prize for discovering a new energy source, but  lets not go on another conspiratorial round. My all time favorite example of scientific self-denial/avoidance is the paper, "How I Control Gravititation", by Thomas Townsend Brown in 1929. It should of rattled the scientific establishment and taken science in a whole different direction, but instead, sits ignored as a curiousity. And so it goes; you have heard me before on this topic. Funny how it keeps coming back.

I got some "sticky" gangstalkers this morning, ones that kept on re-appearing at each aisle and location checkout, this roundelay of Fuckwits and their particular Unfavored aspects; two large women, the shiftless semi-vagrant males, the curly haired and the geriatric open mouthers as some examples. Then one houndog on my ass at LD reprised himself twice more at the local supermarket, as I made a rare double shopping trip, getting the Rx filled, (now replete with both red AND yellow warning labels on the bottles), getting chocolate, new trays for the cleaning sponges as the prior ones erupted with rust "from" their four small chromed rivets, milk and other items. For weeks the perps have been fouling my face cloths with scuzz that won't come off in the laundry, and then skunked me out of getting bleach at the LD store today, and then "forgetted" me about getting an alternative at the supermarket, usually having a small selection of "green" products that LD doesn't. All these planted notions over the past three weeks, and one unsuccessful attempt, to get my white items white again, and then they screw me around over aquiring the bleaching solution. The perps tell me that bleach is too overpowering for the chemical ether; ask me if I care.

2105h
An hour nap from 1600 to 1700h; the same deal as the past four naps,- put-on-the-deep-olive-green-sweater either before or after the nap. This week's T-shirt color is navy blue, last week was black, so it would seem the perps are using their very favorite entre colors to continue their games of garment color combinations. That my mattress is a deep navy blue also helps their cause, and I can be sure that early stage gangstalkers are wearing these colors, as well as packing yellow envelopes or wood.

This morning's exit from the building was a total jerkaround, with the red-coated Fuckwit bantering with the managers at their lobby office with another red-dressed Fuckwit still remaining, who then departs just ahead of me, and then they call him back so he puts on the dither in the open doorway, blocking my egress at first for at least 3 seconds, and finally responds to me standing there with a grimace and thinking "fucking asshole", to begrudgingly allow me personal space to exit the building. Just another doorway antic, this time in red and a red reference Fuckwit left in place. No doubt they were there for a half hour or longer if past knowledge of their games is accurate.

Other goings on have been the hallway banter outside my door later, and it even was ramped up when I did laundry in the laundry room. For some reason someone had left the ordinarily locked door open for me to hear the dude talk (banter) from the supposed tenants in nearby apartments. Regular readers will know that I contend there are no tenants in this 140 suite building, as it is consistent with past locations that were bereft of tenants, especially in adjacent apartments. (And most notable for fire emergencies that once erupted with regularity). Whatever it is that they are beaming at me at whatever intensity it is, they don't want anyone else around me for overnight. Even the neighbors around the First Feral Family house seem strangely absent when I visit on my usual Sunday afternoon through Monday morning. And I know they are beaming me magnetic energy, as I measured the magnetic field in 2008 to be over 1600 Gauss, up from 200 Gauss in 12-2002. Though I suspect there is much more to being irradiated as I appear to be, possibly unconventional energetics, though not ionizing radiation (apha, beta gamma etc).

Onto more music tonight, and I will blog-off for now.